Although the opening ceremony is over, the atmosphere in the first hall has not cooled down.

The trumpet flowers that surrounded it had not yet withered, and a few large trumpets hung from the half-withered vines, still trying to puff up their crumpled petals and spit out muffled songs.

The goblins in straw skirts bounced through the ranks of freshmen, smiling and bounced around with grinning teeth begging for thanks, provoking gray-robed schoolworkers to drive around with long-handled brooms.

The professors had already left the room, and the unfettered young wizards gathered in groups of three or five, taking advantage of this rare opportunity, to hold a lively party in the hall - this is the tradition of the First University to entertain new students.

The officers of the student council had already dragged boxes of green bees and all kinds of refreshing snacks, all piled up in the center of the hall for easy use.

Smurfs dressed in colorful gauze skirts carried fruit bowls and wine bottles, shuttling back and forth between the freshmen, filling each empty cup with a drink and stuffing fruit into the mouth of every young wizard with an open mouth.

Zheng Qing stood in the center of the crowd, rubbing the wine glass in his hand, watching the yellow medal circulate in the hands of different people, and sincerely hoped that it would never return to his hands.

But this is only a delusion after all.

No one would try to hack a hero's prize in plain sight.

Soon, Dr. Xiao took the Merlin Brass Medal from the last observer, turned around and stuffed it into Zheng Qing's pocket.

The medal slid down the smooth silk, and Zheng Qing felt his robe fall, which seemed to pull his heart and sink heavily.

"You look a little depressed?" Xiao Xiao raised his eyebrows, looking a little curious: "Is it because you are not satisfied with the speech just now?"

Zheng Qing smiled reluctantly and didn't say anything.

He really didn't know how to explain it.

"I'll give you a suggestion," Dr. Xiao dragged him and pointed around, "Raise your head and look at the people in this hall, what can you find?"

The young student raised his head in confusion and looked around.

In Alpha's ranks, Lin Guo was riding on the back of his black goat, scurrying around the pillars, tilting his head to see something, and the young master of the Taylor family was still surrounded by many flattering faces, and he was as smug as ever, allowing the jeweled rings on his ten fingers to blind the eyes of the other young wizards.

In comparison, Atlas's rebirth is much more convergent. They either meditate silently, hone their meditation exercises in a restless environment, or they work together in groups of three or five to exchange ideas and insights with each other. Zheng Qing also saw a familiar figure, the little monk named Shi Yuan on the plane, who was pressing the head of a little goblin, spitting and expounding the Dharma, completely ignoring the little goblin's sad expression.

Perhaps the most lively is the Star Academy. A large group of freshmen formed a large circle, and the two people inside greeted each other with fists and roars, and the teeth and minced flesh flew sideways, blood and sweat. The seniors next to them not only did not stop it, but instead opened the handicap and beckoned the other freshmen to bet and guess.

"Isn't this against the rules?" Zheng Qing's eyes finally regained some vitality, and he looked at the slightly higher position in the hall in surprise.

In the corridors of the second and third floors, there are many pickets holding noteboards, and even on the terraces of the upper floors, there are several teaching assistants lying on the railings, smiling and watching the party below.

"What?" Because the noise was relatively noisy, Xiao Xiao didn't hear Zheng Qing's question clearly.

"I mean, the people from the Star Academy are actually gambling?!Do the school's pickets care?" Zheng Qing asked in a shocked tone, "There are no rules at all...... It's a desperate ...... for this school."

"That's gambling, not gambling. Zhang Jixin's wide slap was on Zheng Qing's shoulder, and he laughed and said, "As long as you don't use your divination ability indiscriminately when betting, anyone can go up and try their luck...... For wizards, there is no prettier jackpot than good luck. ”

"Clever words. Zheng Qing scoffed at this explanation, and he even began to maliciously speculate whether it was the wizards of the picket team who collected the black money from the Star Academy, so they let those gambling guys make a big splash.

What Lao Yao said last night, today's commendation speech by the master of ceremonies, coupled with the heavy honor on his chest, and the skirt that was never sent out in the dormitory—all kinds of annoying things blocked his throat, making him feel nauseous and dizzy all the time.

The matter of gambling in broad daylight at the Star Academy was like a catalyst, making him almost unable to suppress the shame and resentment in his heart.

"It's lawless!"

"Don't wizards have the slightest sense of morality?"

"Doesn't conscience hurt!"

His mind was so full of these words and roars that he didn't hear Xiao Xiao's questioning.

"Did you only see the gambling?" Dr. Xiao repeated in a tone of utter disappointment, "Did you see anything else?"

The young government-funded student finally came to his senses a little.

He looked around irritably, shaking his head wildly.

Xiao Xiao finally gave up her efforts and sighed deeply.

"Is there a problem?" Zhang Jixin was very curious about Dr. Xiao's unfinished business, and couldn't help but ask: "What else is there in the hall besides the carnival crowd, the withered trumpet flowers, and the goblins who have been caught and beaten? Could it be that some ghosts with hidden traces have mixed in...... I can't!"

"That's the problem, people are always focused on what they want to see, what they want to see. Xiao Xiao sighed in a feeble tone: "But in fact, there are still big, big problems in the hall...... Many, many questions...... It's so big that everyone turns a blind eye and takes it for granted!"

Zheng Qing listened to this sentence that had nothing to do with him, but he felt empathy for some reason, and nodded his head again and again.

It seemed to him that the school had been eroded by a distorted aura of morality and norms, but no one seemed to be aware of it.

"Where is the problem? Who has the problem?" Zhang Jixin became more and more curious, frowning and looking around: "What's the problem?"

"You, me, him...... Everyone has a problem. Xiao Xiao grabbed the notebook and waved his hand all over the sky, drawing a big circle, including everyone in the hall: "The problem is this university." ”

"I think so too...... This university is sick......" Zheng Qing couldn't help but say, not feeling that this sentence exploded for the second time.

Zhang Jixin looked at the two of them in horror, with a subtle expression on his face.

"The First University was originally intended to be a university that bridges barriers and coexists with each other...... But now we don't see any signs of rapprochement. ”

Xiao Xiao didn't care about the strange eyes of the people around him, but waved his arm and quickly explained: "Just like what you see...... Even at the party, there was a clear distinction between the four academies, each with its own sphere of influence...... No one from any academy would cross that invisible chasm and break into the world of other academies. ”

Zheng Qing sighed in disappointment, he felt that Xiao Xiao didn't see the true location of the illness.

Zhang Jixin breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm scared to death...... his face just turned purple, and he looked like he was going to turn his back on it at any moment: "Listen to your previous description...... I almost thought the end of the world was coming. ”

Xiao Xiao spread out the notebook and clasped it on his face, without squeaking.

"Excuse me, let me ......" There was a hearty shout from outside the crowd: "Zheng Daying, is this your dog?"

"Fox...... It's a fox. Zheng Qing corrected weakly: "Also, don't call that stupid nickname." ”

"Silly, it should be very funny...... The question girls ask me the most is about you. "Fat Xin squeezed back the two 'stuffed animals' he had just snatched from the girls' pile—the little fox Poseidon and the orange cat in the dormitory—and his round face was covered with sweat stains.

He pouted and imitated vividly: "How old is Zheng Qing this year? Is he in a relationship with Elena? Are you really in a dormitory with him? Do you know what kind of girl paper he likes......

Zheng Qing took Poseidon with a constipated face.

Its body has been wrapped in a thick sari, and the tip of its tail has even been tied with a bow.

This made the little fox die of shame.

Looking at its expression, I can't wait to chop off its tail entirely.

On the other side, Zhang Jixin was still discussing the topic with Xiao Xiao just now.

"If you feel that there is a ...... between the colleges Crack. In order to choose the right words, Zhang Jixin's square face was almost wrinkled into a circle: "Why don't you do something to make up for it?" For example, let's go to other colleges and pull a few people we know over to have a good time!"

Xiao Xiao hugged the notebook, and her eyebrows almost raised to the outside of her forehead.

"Hello sir," next to him, Zheng Qing greeted a figure who had just appeared in the crowd.

His voice was a little tense, and his face was a little pale.

Because the black-robed wizard who came to him was a teaching assistant and an interviewer when he entered the school.

The real hero of Daming Fang, Thomas.