Hunting High School

On weekend evenings, there are regular class meetings as usual.

Even now during the school hunt, this rule shows no sign of relaxation.

It's just that at today's regular meeting, Lao Yao didn't have a long speech to help all the young wizards here to shape a qualified outlook on life and the world. He just briefly summarized the learning and activities of this week, arranged some content that needs to be paid attention to next week, and emphasized A few security questions, and then hurried away.

Even the life report that needs to be submitted every week is collected by the two monitors after the regular meeting.

Zheng Qing was not curious about what Lao Yao was busy with.

As the captain of a hunting team, during the school hunting party, he has been having a lot of headaches recently.

For example, the candidate for the hunting team manager—although he has already filled in Lin Guo's name as the hunting team manager in the materials submitted to the school working committee, but this does not mean that there is no room for change. The hunting team is always looking for a more suitable candidate.

Another example is the "after-school homework" assigned by Deng Xiaojian to the hunters in the afternoon. He needs to sort out the information according to the positions of different hunters in the hunting team, and distribute them to each member; then collect everyone's timetable, compare and find the appropriate free time, and organize all members of the apologetic group to plant that small bag Video seed.

In addition, the homework assigned by the professors of various subjects did not relax a little because of the school hunting meeting. The approach of the exam has increased the number of homework after class, which made the students complain.

Occasionally, when she has a few minutes of spare time, Zheng Qing can't help but think of the little fox girl who was bullied by him, which aggravates her worries for no reason.

Such troubles are too numerous to enumerate.

So much so that the young public-funded student began to hesitate whether to fill out the application form again and apply for a transformation potion from Professor Li. Because he faintly began to have symptoms of headaches again—— Zheng Qing has been wondering for the past few days whether he would not have these troubles if he became a cat.

Thinking about it, Life still goes on.

In the wizarding world, even if you become a cat, there is no way to escape own responsibilities and debts.

After the regular meeting in the evening, Zheng Qing did not go to the main building 601 immediately, but called all the members of the forgiveness hunting team, including Lin Guo, to make a brief summary of the training assisted by the ruling this afternoon.

"Is this the topic of today's meeting?" Xin Fatty held a bowl of fried peanuts, crunching like a squirrel. He looked at Zheng Qing's "First Training Summary Conference" written on the blackboard, and asked vaguely.

"Pay attention to your image." Zhang Jixin glanced at him sideways and reminded: "This is a classroom, not a cafeteria."

"A classroom without classes is just an empty room." There was no one in the classroom, so Fatty simply put his legs on a row of chairs and leaned against the wall, trying to create a comfortable environment.

"Are you guys at a party? Do you have any presents from me?" Behind the door, the stick figure asked sharply.

Several wizards in the classroom glanced at the drawing paper, but ignored it.

This nonchalant attitude obviously irritated the stick figure.

It took a deep breath, and the original oval body appeared much rounder, and the two or three sparse hairs on the top of its head fluttered accordingly.

"Some students are having a party in the classroom!!"

"Where is the patrol!!"

"Students are going to set the classroom on fire!!"

The sharp voice pierced the night and spread far away in the empty teaching building. Outside the classroom, the murals on both sides of the corridor, which had already been quiet, woke up one after another, and the noisy sound waves rushed out in the blink of an eye.

"Is it on fire? Where is it on fire??"

"Having a party and causing a fire... It's been a long time since I've seen such an energetic young man."

"Where's the group of tin cans on patrol? Are they all dead? They haven't come up for so long!"

"That's an inauspicious word—though they're all dead."

"Speaking of the dead, where did the ghosts go..."

"It seems that the school hunting party held a special ghost dance party, and the nobles from the next month's parliament came... The ghosts in several nearby buildings have received invitations."

"Why don't we have an invite?!! It's not fair!"

"Because we're just shadows of a memory...not even ghosts..."

This slightly sad answer immediately silenced the murals on both sides of the corridor.

In classroom 601, several young wizards took advantage of this quiet time to tear off a tablecloth on the test bench, and firmly covered the stick figure behind the door.

"Noisy liar." Zheng Qing complained angrily while frantically applying adhesive spells to the tablecloth.

"Who is the liar?" The classroom door slammed open, and Lingo, Blue Bird, and Dylan walked in.

It was Lingo who spoke.

Carrying the small schoolbag that never left his body, he bounced around and squeezed in like a primary school student.

Before Zheng Qing could speak, the nominal manager of the Forgiveness Hunting Team couldn't wait to describe to him the conversation between the murals in the corridor just now: "When I just climbed to the sixth floor, the hangings on both sides of this floor Like crazy..."

"Has the meeting started?" Dylan didn't seem interested in discussing "dead people". He turned to Xiao Xiao and asked about the progress of the meeting.

"Just finished sorting out the training materials... Hey, these are for you guys." The doctor pointed to the piles of materials sorted out on the desk, and added: "Since everyone is here, let's start with the first one." an agenda."

"A lot on the agenda tonight?" Dylan raised his eyebrows.

"It's a little more than you think." Xin Fatty put away the snack bowl in his arms, wiped his oily mouth, and sighed.

"What's the first agenda?" Lin Guo also ended the own story, and looked up at the public finance student in front of him.

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Zheng Qing did not speak, but walked to the podium, grabbed the chalk, and left two large characters on the blackboard.

'Codename'.

"The 'code name' of today's first topic," he turned his head and glanced at the members of the hunting team, repeated the hunting ground taboo mentioned by Deng Xiaojian in the afternoon, and finally concluded:

"In actual hunting, we can't use own's real name. For wizards, real name is equivalent to own's weakness. Many dangerous yao can use names to curse. So, as a rule, each of us needs to have an own' code name ', used for communication between hunting grounds..."

Without waiting for anyone else to speak, he immediately put forward his own opinion: "I would suggest using a nickname to determine the code name, which is convenient and easy to remember, and will not take up too much meeting time."

This is the plan he had thought up early in the morning.

It didn't take too long for the bad things to happen when the association name was chosen, and Zheng Qing has a natural sense of repulsion when naming names based on collective wisdom.

It's hard to say, it's too boring.