Monster Hunting High School

The next time Zheng Qing saw Xiao Xiao and others was in the dormitory at eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

During the interview at the Federation of Societies at noon, several of the ‘knights’ in the group did not show up, but a few paper cranes flew over to express a certain degree of encouragement to the young public-funded students through paper.

Fortunately, all the questions raised by the interviewer have been analyzed in a targeted manner, and the young public-funded students were able to answer them fluently, so they did not care about the absence of others.

Because he felt good about himself, Zheng Qing had already determined that his knighthood was about to be established. After returning to his dormitory in the afternoon, he couldn't wait to start preparing for the knighthood's first team-building event - listing the guests who needed to be invited on a large white paper. Guest - He even made the effort to 'self-raise' a jade coin for this first team building event.

Elena must be invited. When Zheng Qing thinks of what the gypsy witch said before leaving, he can't help but have a silly smile on his face.

Jiang Yu, well, as a friend, she also needs to let her know the news.

Other students in the class, such as Nicholas, Liu Feifei, Duan Xiaojian and other well-connected people, have to be invited; inviting students like Matthew Cullen, who cannot speak three sentences in a month, will only increase the embarrassment.

There are also Professors Yao, Professor Li, Professor Yi, as well as teaching assistants such as Thomas and Hilda. Regardless of whether they have time to come to join in the fun or not, invitations must be sent out.

Oh, by the way, there is also Old Man Verne from the school working committee. During his stay in the patrol team, the old man gave him and Lin Guo a lot of care. It’s just that I haven’t seen this old man walking his dog by the lake in the past few days. I wonder if he has been busy recently.

After thinking for a moment, Zheng Qing still listed the old man Verne's name on the white paper, but put a question mark in front of the name. He made up his mind to go to the cabin by the lake after class tomorrow. If he met an old man, he would give him a verbal invitation first; if the old school janitor was not at home, he would let him go.

Until Xiao Xiao came back, the young public-funded student maintained this happy mood, humming a little tune, scribbling and drawing on the huge white paper - he even suspected that someone had poured a little bit of it into his breakfast Blessing elixir, otherwise everything would not be so smooth today.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Zheng Qing quickly stuffed the piece of white paper into the drawer, turned around and waved, calling the orange cat into his arms.

The hinges behind the door made a clicking noise, and the bronze mirror hanging on the ceiling seemed to have received some message and began to slowly rotate, pointing the bright mirror at the door - this bronze mirror was still there some time ago. Dylan hung it up when he was doing some work on campus. Although the rumors had ended, no one thought about taking it off again, just treating it as a small decoration.

Soon, the dormitory door was opened.

Xiao Xiao opened the door and habitually covered his eyes to block the dazzling light cast by the bronze mirror above his head.

"Hey, our great doctor is finally back." Zheng Qing slumped in the large chair, holding the orange cat in his arms, and smiled sinisterly at Xiao Xiao, who had just walked in.

Then he noticed several figures behind Xiao Xiao and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"When are you going to take off that broken mirror!" Zhang Jixin forgot to cover his eyes when he came in, complaining repeatedly.

The young public-funded student ignored him.

"Very good...very good, everything that should come has come." He sat up slightly, piled the fat cats in his arms above his head, and at the same time stretched out his hand to arrange a neat row of talismans on the desk: "Then, let's Let’s sort out what happened today… Do you have anything to defend?”

Zheng Qing felt that he needed to talk about these guys' repeated "betrayals" this morning.

Suppression Talisman, Binding Talisman, Soft Leg Talisman, Five Color Talisman, Five Notes Talisman, etc.

The bright red cinnabar glowed red in the dimly lit dormitory, and the orange cats roared in response to the situation, adding to the terrifying atmosphere.

These small talismans, which are not very powerful but very troublesome, were sketched out by the young public-funded students during the break before dinner - of course, Zheng Qing had stuffed those precious standard talismans that could be exchanged for money into his own gray cloth bag. Here, all the talismans lined up on the desk are of poor quality.

Even if it is just a low-quality talisman, it is enough to trouble these souls.

Zheng Qing smiled sinisterly at the guys who had just walked in.

But it was beyond his expectation.

Neither Xiao Xiao, nor Fatty Xin, nor Zhang Jixin showed any expressions of "fear" or "trembling" in response to his straightforward threat.

This made him a little unhappy - the script was not like this, so how could he not follow the routine?

"The application failed." Xiao Xiao raised a thick kraft paper envelope in his hand and told Zheng Qing a very bad news with a frustrated expression and tone: "When I just came back from the library, I stopped by the Federation of Social Social Sciences office. Circle…The results of their review have come out.”

"Impossible!" the young public-funded student shouted, jumped up from his chair, and reached out to grab the tawny envelope.

The fat cat that was lying on top of him was unaware of it and almost fell down. This made him very dissatisfied. He raised his thick pad and slapped the young wizard's head hard several times.

Zheng Qing didn't care about Sha Mao's bad temper. In fact, compared with it, Zheng Qing's mood was even worse during the ups and downs. He even forgot about the 'torture plan' he had made for several souls half an hour ago, nor did he notice that Fatty Xin carefully swept the pile of inferior talismans on the desk into his pocket while he wasn't paying attention.

The envelope is not big, but it seems that there are a lot of things stuffed inside, and it feels a bit bulging.

In the upper left corner of the cover is printed "Community Letter No. 111" in red Song font, and in the center is written in black calligraphy "Reply letter from the First University Federation of Societies on (Zheng Qing)'s application to form a club."

There was a red wax seal stamped on the back of the envelope with the logo of the Federation of Societies with an S in a diamond.

"So formal." Zheng Qing muttered, tearing open the envelope with force.

A slightly yellowed card fell into the hands of the young public-funded student as the envelope tilted. He tilted his head and glanced at the white fluorescent lamp above his head.

"Dear classmate Zheng Qing:

Your application to form a society (Knights of Forgiveness) submitted on October 6th has been received.

According to the relevant provisions of Article 13, Paragraph 2 of the "First University Campus Management Regulations" and Article 5, Paragraph 8 of the "First University Association Management Measures", the (name of the society) you applied for violates (public order and good customs) ), so it is not approved. The relevant regulations have been sent herewith.

You can resubmit your application after thirty calendar days.

If you have any objection, please submit a request for reconsideration within seven calendar days.

Best regards.

The Standing Council of the First University Federation of Societies will be held at 18:25 pm on October 8th.”

Zheng Qing rubbed his eyes and read the content on the card again.

correct.

'Governments' such as student unions or social federations have always used this high-ranking official document format that looks extremely formal, but is actually nonsense.

Even through a piece of paper, Zheng Qing seemed to be able to smell the stench emanating from the fat-minded campus bureaucrats of the Association of Societies.

He tilted the manila envelope in his hand again.

Several folded, thick and bulging documents finally broke through the envelope and fell out.

Zheng Qing opened these stacks of documents. The large bold letters of "First University Campus Management Regulations" and "First University Association Management Measures" looked particularly dazzling.

"The good news is that due to some force majeure factors, this year's Hunting Moon will be postponed by a week." Xiao Xiao noticed that the young public-funded student raised his head and immediately added: "This is what Mr. Zhang from the library told me, Professor The resolution just issued by the joint meeting in the afternoon...it is estimated that this news will spread throughout the school tomorrow morning."

"In other words, we still have a chance." Fatty Xin didn't know when he had fallen down on his large bed again.

The orange cat that was lying on Zheng Qing's head weighed it for a moment, and finally jumped away from the young public-funded student's head and jumped back onto Fatty Xin's belly.

For it, a warm and comfortable belly is obviously more suitable for a nap.

"It's all soulless!"

Zheng Qing cursed angrily and threw the envelope in his hand on the desk. I don’t know whether he was scolding the unloyal companions in front of him, the official-speaking student cadres of the club association, or the fat cat that was lying on the fat man’s belly and licking its paws leisurely.