When he woke up on Monday morning, Zheng Qing was still thinking about what happened on the hunting ground yesterday afternoon.

If he was based on historical experience, he felt that even after he walked out of the dormitory building, he saw groups of wizards in black robes with serious expressions and three-pronged sword badges pinned to their chests walking around the campus, looking for every young wizard who participated in yesterday's brawl to make a record, it seemed to be a normal thing.

But until he finished his morning class, ate breakfast, and went to 601 East of the teaching building to prepare for class, he never noticed that there was an unfamiliar figure in the school - of course, the atmosphere among the students was still very dull, and everyone seemed to be worried about the punishment that had not been implemented for a long time.

He was surprised by the contrast.

By the time he sat in the classroom and opened the "Standard Mantra: First Year of College" in his hand, the young public-funded student still couldn't figure out the reason for this contrast.

The first period on Monday was Lao Yao's Charms lesson.

Zheng Qing wasn't sure if the usually amiable middle-aged wizard would be angry in today's class. But everything is foreseen, and he is still fully mentally prepared.

"This is what you call 'all preparations'?" Zhang Jixin picked up a long piece of parchment on Zheng Qing's table with two fingers, and raised his eyebrows: "A self-review?"

"There are also improvement plans. Zheng Qing rubbed his swollen face and sighed deeply: "It's eight thousand words, I wrote until twelve o'clock last night... In order to show solemnity, I also deliberately used parchment and Matsuyama ink, and every word was written by myself, and the writing was neat, without any magic at all!"

"I don't see what this parchment can do. The red-faced wizard pursed his lips, let go of his hand, and let the parchment slowly fall back to Zheng Qing's desk.

"Whether it is useful or not is a matter of luck, but whether it is written or not is a matter of attitude. Xin Fatzi's slow voice came from the front table: "Maybe just like such a review book, our original expulsion fate has been slightly deviated, and we have the opportunity to get our own graduation certificate from the school......"

This passage from the fat man is very pertinent.

Some of the other classmates who were lying on the table in a daze also seemed to have gained some skills, and they nodded yes one after another.

This made Zhang Jixin very angry.

"Listen to what you mean, you also wrote?" Elder Zhang turned around and looked at the fat man with a mocking: "I doubt that you can write anything......

Fat Xin leaned against the wall, raised his eyelids, removed his eyes from the newspaper in his hand, and hummed casually: "The review should naturally be profound...... So I wrote a little over 10,000 words. Of course, for a man who aspires to become a gold medal reporter, a 10,000-word manuscript is a basic skill......"

Zhang Jixin's already reddened face suddenly turned purple.

He looked at the fat man's expression as if he had met the fence fairy yesterday, and he felt the urge to put a big bag over his head.

"In short, writing a review won't make everyone's situation worse...... This is a good way to improve, I suggest you write a copy too, and let Downton hand it over to Lao Yao after class. After Zheng Qing persuaded Elder Zhang, he raised his leg and kicked the fat man from under the desk: "The newspaper will lend me to read...... Has public opinion exploded? What did the newspapers say about yesterday's incident? Did the big wizards at the school express any latest opinions?"

The fat man frowned and handed Zheng Qing a copy of the "Beta Town Post" on the table.

His tone was also a little confused.

"That's what makes me weird," the school newspaper reporter scratched his head, looking incomprehensible: "There is no coverage...... There are no reports in the newspapers and magazines outside the school about the mass incident between Jiuyou College and Alpha College...... Only the Phuket Times, in an article calling on the wizarding world to be cleared of magical pests, made a slight mention that 'Yesterday afternoon, a small riot at the No. 1 Hunting Ground of the First University forced spectators to leave the venue early due to a small riot in the fence elves'...... But that's too different from the actual situation!"

Zheng Qing grabbed the thick bulging newspaper and flipped through it quickly.

The front page is not an article about yesterday's accident, there is no news newsletter, there is no fight between the two colleges yesterday, and the hunting news, but there is a simple review of the last round-robin game of the school hunting meeting, but the content is basically about tactics and hunters, and there is no room for spectators at all.

If it had been yesterday, as the captain of the Guilty Hunting Team, the young scholarship student might have been patient enough to read the comments on these games, and maybe even take some notes.

But today, he is not in the mood at all.

Zheng Qing didn't even look at the final score of yesterday's game, and quickly flipped to the next page.

The commentator's article was about whether the qualifications to buy the law book needed to be reviewed, and Zheng Qing even looked through the recruitment notices on the middle seams and the advertisements on the last few pages — except for the models in short robes scratching their heads inside the frames, the young public scholarship students saw nothing more noteworthy.

Next to him, Xin Fat Man was still chattering about his opinions: "To be reasonable, if such a big thing happens, if the "Beta Town Post" does not give a large commentator article on the front page, their boss should immediately fire the editor-in-chief of the newspaper......"

"What about the school newspaper?" Zheng Qing raised his head eagerly and looked at the fat man: "You just said that the newspaper outside the school did not report it...... What about the school? Did the school newspaper publish that?"

"This is natural!" Hearing Zheng Qing's question, Fat Xin raised his head proudly, and took out the school newspaper that had just been sent out this morning from the drawer: "Yesterday, I was temporarily working overtime until ten o'clock, just proofreading the manuscript...... Otherwise, my inspection would have been written long ago. ”

Zheng Qing took the school newspaper and immediately opened it.

Below the masthead, a huge photo takes up more than half of the front page.

The photo shows the last time the magic shield was lit up in the stands of the Nine You Academy, and then one spell after another rose into the air. Perhaps because this photo was taken standing on the rostrum, the angle is very good, and under the sunlight, the decisive and swift attack of the students of Jiuyou College is vividly depicted.

"This photo is my choice. Xin Fatzi stepped forward, pointed to a few details on the photo, and added quite smugly: "Originally, the editor-in-chief planned to use a material provided by Alpha Academy, but their photos were underexposed and looked a little dark...... And the photo provided by Atlas is not in focus, the picture is blurry, and the face is not clear......"

Zheng Qing ignored the fat man's boasting, but quickly flipped through all the reports in the newspaper about yesterday's incident, including the news on the front page, the commentator's article on the second page, and the interview records of some students from the four colleges by the school newspaper reporters after the incident.

He felt that he needed to sort out his thoughts.