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

Even now that it's the school hunt, there is no sign of this rule being abolished.

It's just that at today's regular meeting, Lao Yao didn't make a long speech to help the young wizards present shape a qualified outlook on life and the world, but simply summarized this week's learning and activities, arranged the content that needs to be paid attention to next week, emphasized a few words of safety, and then left in a hurry.

Even the weekly life reports are collected by the two class leaders after the regular meeting.

Zheng Qing wasn't curious about what Lao Yao was busy with.

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

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

Another example is Deng Xiaojian's 'after-school homework' assigned to the hunters in the afternoon. He needs to sort out the information according to the position of the different hunters in the hunting team, distribute it to each member, and then collect everyone's timetable, compare it to find the right free time, and organize all the members of the hunting team to collectively plant that small bag of video seeds.

On the contrary, Professor Emma of the Magic Writing class, Professor Li of Pharmacy, and Professor Yi of Divination all increased the amount of homework due to the approach of the mid-term exams, which made the students complain.

Occasionally, when he had a few minutes of leisure, Zheng Qing would always involuntarily think of the little fox girl who had been bullied by himself, and he would be a little more worried.

The list goes on.

So much so that the young public-funded students began to hesitate to fill in the application form again and apply for a shape-shifting potion from Professor Li. Because he faintly began to have headaches again - Zheng Qing has also been wondering if he will not have these troubles if he becomes a cat.

Come to think of it, life goes on.

In the wizarding world, even if you become a cat, you can't escape your responsibilities and debts.

After the regular meeting in the evening, Zheng Qing did not immediately immediately Bishop Building 601, but summoned all the members of the Crime Hunting Team on the spot, including Lin Guo, intending to make a brief summary of the training assisted by the verdict this afternoon.

"Is that the topic of today's meeting?" said the fat man, holding a bowl of fried peanuts, squeaking and chewing like a squirrel. He looked at the row of big words written by Zheng Qing on the blackboard 'The First Training Summary Conference' and asked vaguely.

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

"A classroom that doesn't hold classes is just an empty room. There was no one in the classroom, so the fat man simply put his legs on a row of chairs and leaned against the wall, trying to create a comfortable environment.

"Are you partying, do you have any of my gifts?" came the shrill voice of the stick figure figure behind the door.

Several wizards in the classroom glanced at the paper, ignoring it.

This nonchalant attitude clearly irritates the stick figure villain.

It took a deep breath, its originally oval body looking much more rounded, and the two or three sparse hairs on the top of its head fluttered with it.

"There's a student in the classroom!!"

"Where's the patrol!!"

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

A shrill voice pierced the night and was heard far away in the empty school building. Outside the classroom, the murals on both sides of the corridor that had been quiet came to their senses, and the noisy sound came out in the blink of an eye.

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

"The party caused a fire...... It's been a long time since I've seen such an energetic young man. ”

"What about the patrol bunch of tin cans? Are they all dead? They haven't come up for so long!"

This is unlucky—though they are all dead. ”

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

"It seems that the school hunting party held a ghost-specific ball, and the nobles of the council under the moon came... The ghosts in several nearby buildings got the invitations. ”

"Why don't we have an invitation?!! it's not fair!"

"Because we're just a shadow of a memory...... Not even a ghost......"

This slightly sad answer suddenly 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 cover the stick figure figure behind the door.

"Noisy liars. Zheng Qing complained indignantly as he hurriedly applied a sticking spell to the tablecloth.

"Who's the liar?" the classroom door slammed open, and Lin Guo, Blue, and Dylan pushed the door in.

It was Lin Guo who spoke.

He carried the little backpack that never left him, jumped up and down, and squeezed in like a schoolboy.

Before Zheng Qing could speak, the titular manager of the Crime Hunting Team began to eagerly describe to him the conversation between the murals in the corridor just now: "When I just climbed to the sixth floor, the hanging statues on both sides of this floor were crazy......"

"Has the meeting started?" Dylan didn't seem interested in discussing the 'dead man', he turned his head to look at Xiao Xiao and asked about the progress of the meeting.

"Just finished putting together the training materials...... Ah, here's a few of you. The doctor pointed to the stack of materials organized by section on his desk, and added, "Now that the people are here, let's start with the first agenda." ”

"There's a lot on the agenda tonight?" Dylan raised an eyebrow.

"A little more than you think. The fat man put away the snack bowl in his arms, wiped his oily mouth, and sighed.

"What's the first agenda?" Lin Guo also ended his story, looking up at the public scholarship student in front of him.

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' for today's first topic," he turned his head and swept over the members of the hunting team, repeating the taboo on the hunting ground mentioned by Deng Xiaojian in the afternoon, and finally concluded:

"In actual hunting, we can't use our real names. For wizards, the real name is equivalent to their weakness. Many dangerous demons can be cursed by name. So, as is customary, each of us needs to have our own 'code name' for the hunting ground to communicate with each other......"

Without waiting for others to speak, he immediately offered his opinion: "I recommend using a nickname to determine the code name, which is easy to remember and does not take up too long of the meeting." ”

This is the plan he has thought of early on.

The bad thing when he came up with the name of the club did not take long to pass, and Zheng Qing had a natural sense of rejection for the name of the collective wisdom.

It's hard to reconcile, it's too grinding.