Hunting High School

Beelzebub's question caught the black cat off guard.

Before it could figure out how to answer, the convict envoy at the side proclaimed very enthusiastically: "Of course, of course it participated, and I went with it. It felt great... and the straw man, it also burned Yes, that voice 'burn Zheng Qing to death', so loud that the leader of the sacrificial team almost fell to the ground!"

The black cat listened dully, and didn't even have the thought of justifying it.

Because what the culprit said was the truth.

On the contrary, the pig-headed wizard seemed very satisfied. He tore off a chicken leg from the roast chicken in his hand and handed it to the black cat: "Since you are a 'comrade', I can't make it too difficult for you... If you are not hungry, you are not hungry. I will lower the difficulty a little bit." !"

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person with your hand, not to mention that the pig's head in front of you not only smiles, but also gives him food. It's just that since the Bugle report came out, Zheng Qing seldom eats the food handed over by others. Even if he asks someone to buy lunch for him, he still requires the canteen seal on the lunch box to ensure his own safety to the greatest extent.

"Thanks, I'm not too hungry right now."

The black cat politely but resolutely rejected the chicken leg, and at the same time urged: "Time is limited, let's finish tonight's assessment as soon as possible."

"Not hungry?"

Mr. Gluttony blinked, smacked his lips, and stuffed the chicken leg into his mouth, with a strange tone: "I must admit, this is bad news for your assessment tonight."

Before he finished speaking, he took out a stack of napkins and a lunch box from his arms.

The tablecloth was spread out, and it was an irregular square, almost four or five meters in length and width. After being spread out, the small space under the cat fruit tree was fully occupied.

Then he opened the lunch box and started digging out things.

A roasted chicken, a roasted chicken, a roasted chicken, a roasted chicken... When he took out the tenth roasted chicken, the black cat realized that this lunch box should be a certain space At the same time, he also vaguely guessed the content of tonight's assessment.

Beelzebub didn't stop his steady and boring work until the roasted chickens on the tablecloth piled up into a hill.

He patted his oily hands, opened his arms, and said with enthusiasm: "What is more refreshing than a mountain of delicious food?"

"Have you counted how many?"

The convict poked the black cat next to him carefully: "I lost my mind when I counted to 276... and then I couldn't count them anymore."

The black cat had a wooden face, and shook its head slightly—it felt that almost every one of those roast chickens could provide it with food for the whole day. If tonight's assessment was to eat this hill, it seemed a good idea to give up early. s Choice.

Or, the black cat turned its ears, narrowed its eyes slightly, and a thought popped into its mind.

"The assessment content is very simple!"

The wizard wearing a pig's head mask wandered around the hill made of roasted chickens, swallowing, and explained: "There are 365 roasted chickens, each with a net weight of 563 grams. No more, no less... You now have two choices, either eat all of these roast chickens, or find a 'defective' from these roast chickens with a net weight of only 560 grams... For gourmets In other words, there is nothing more irritating than unruly food! Whether it is to eat the hill, or to pick the 'defective', you can only use your mouth, no magic or other tools... If you cheat If you get caught, you will be directly disqualified from joining the club!"

"If you don't have titan or ogre blood, I don't recommend you to choose the first solution." The wizard wearing a white mask whispered in the black cat's ear: "The second one can barely take a chance , otherwise, even if you crazily consume magic potions, you won’t be able to finish eating this hill in one night, let alone..."

"Time limit, one hour!" Beelzebub called out another restriction.

The convict shrugged his shoulders, as if saying to the black cat, 'not to mention that he can't give you a night'.

"It's that simple?"

The black cat ignored his 'senior' advice, but looked at the pig-headed wizard, and confirmed: "Are you sure there are no other restrictions? God

Does Arcane count as cheating or using magic? "

"Simple?"

Beelzebub looked at the black cat in surprise, his eyes fell on the big tree behind the black cat, and immediately added: "Of course there are no other conditions... But if these two choices, no matter which one, you must complete it yourself …Otherwise, if a certain member who is being assessed raises a hill titan, not to mention three hundred roast chickens, even three thousand roast chickens may not be enough to fill its stomach. In addition, Talent ability does not count as using magic. Otherwise, no normal wizard can eat this hill in an hour."

"If I choose the first one, and when I eat the second roast chicken, I find that its weight is not up to standard, can I choose another one?" the black cat continued to ask.

The pig-headed wizard shook his head: "Once the choice is confirmed, it cannot be changed."

A few big cats slid down from the cat fruit tree, meowing, with their tails upright, circling the roasted chicken hill, drooling.

The black cat turned around and found that more and more fruits on the tree had opened their eyes, staring straight at the roast chickens.

"Watch your cats!"

Beelzebub warned, threatening to expel a big cat that sneaked close to the 'Roast Chicken Mountain': "If the roast chicken is stolen by your cat... even if you have eaten the 364th one, I will Only three hundred and sixty-five more can be placed, and the assessment will be repeated."

"Really rich." The black cat pouted.

It has just estimated in the bottom of its heart that these little roast chickens, if calculated according to the price of 24 coppers each on the pedestrian street, 365 chickens need 73 golden beans.

In other words, just to prepare for this assessment, Beelzebub needs to spend seven jade coins and three golden beans, which is worth half a year's scholarship for public-funded students.

If something goes wrong in the middle, it will cost more to arrange it again!

"What's the purpose of this assessment?" The black cat circled the hill slowly, and at the same time drove away a few big cats approaching with its eyes.

The big cats slipped away with their tails between their legs.

"Purpose?" Beelzebub sighed enviously, and raised his hand to touch the pig's head mask on his face: "Naturally, it is to let you deeply feel the weight of life..."

"So, in your opinion, life is only worth three hundred and sixty-five roast chickens?"

"No no no,"

The wizard wearing the pig's mask raised his finger and shook his finger: "I reminded you to let him starve for three days. If he really starved for three days, not only would he be more likely to pass the test, but he would also be able to understand more deeply... …to understand that the weight of life is not in the owner of life, but in the provider... like a glass of water in the desert, or a bearskin coat in the snow and ice.”