420: Chapter 89: Matthew’s Unusual Behavior_1 420: Chapter 89: Matthew’s Unusual Behavior_1 Unlike high school, the atmosphere in a college classroom before class tends to be a bit quieter.
Those who arrive early are either revising the key points from the last lesson, to avoid being caught off guard if the professor asks questions, or they’re previewing the content of the next chapter, preparing for the professor’s new lesson.
Of course, many are also frantically copying howork assignnts, equally busy in their endeavors.
However, with the advent of the Moon Hunting event, not only has campus noise increased significantly, the classroom atmosphere has also gotten a bit restless.
Take, for example, the witches in the first row of the classroom, who should be seated behind their desks, studiously reviewing their studies.
Today, though, they’re huddled together, whispering heated debates about sothing.
Then there’s Matthew from the regal Karen Family, a reserved young vampire who, for so reason, is going around trying to start conversations with others.
However, his habit of keeping a stern face and maintaining an aloof deanor does a disservice to his conversational efforts.
Only Tang Dun, considering the face of the Karen Family, indulges him with an awkwardly lukewarm chat.
As for the boys in the back corner of the classroom.
The atmosphere on their side is always lively, so their current state doesn’t seem too out of the ordinary.
…
Zheng Qing’s eyes were wide open, like an owl looking for prey, his gaze quietly shifting among his companions.
No one pays attention to him.
Xiao Xiao is imrsed in his thick black notebook, his face serious as he gazes out the window as if it were adorned with flowers.
Zhang Ji Xin is in the midst of a painful silence, purplish face doing all the talking, while he himself struggles to utter a word.
Only Xin Fat Man, after being kicked by Zheng Qing for the third ti, finally gasps out an explanation.
“The Judgnt Hunting team is the team of the Holy Will.” With a single sentence, the Fat Man succinctly sumd up the background of this hunting team.
But this did little to quell the young scholarship student’s confusion.
On the contrary, it befuddled him even more.
‘Holy Will’ is a na that Zheng Qing is familiar with – or rather, it’s a na that any student of Jiuyou Academy would know.
It’s a student club born inside Jiuyou Academy and, together with the Blood Comrades housed within Alpha Castle, is touted as the dual premier student clubs of the university.
Like the leader of Blood Comrades who holds the title ‘Augustus’, the leader of Holy Will also possesses a long-held title – Lei Zhe.
However, this Mister Lei Zhe seems to dislike being in the lilight, rarely appearing before a crowd.
Despite being a student at Jiuyou Academy, Zheng Qing had not seen Lei Zhe in person even after over a month since school started.
Instead, he had visited Alpha Castle and spent so ti in the dwelling of the Blood Comrades with Augustus.
It cannot be denied that life can be intriguing at tis.
“The Holy Will’s hunting team?” Zheng Qing looked shocked: “How many hunting teams does Holy Will have?”
“Just one.” Xin Fat Man seed flummoxed by the question too, scratching his head uncertainly and turning to the others: “Doc, Holy Will only has this hunting team, right?”
“Each club is only permitted to form one hunting team, as explicitly stipulated in ‘University First Hunting Team Managent Regulations’.” Xiao Xiao sighed and explained.
“Hold on a second!” Zheng Qing raised his hand, instructing: “Don’t rush…
let’s sort this out first.”
The others stared at Zheng Qing as if he were an idiot, their gazes clearly communicating, “What’s so difficult to understand here?”
“Holy Will, that’s our Jiuyou Academy’s club, right?” Zheng Qing began, extending a finger in emphasis: “Their leader is that reclusive person, with the title of ‘Lei Zhe’, right.”
Xin Fat Man nodded blandly.
“So, the Judgnt hunting team is a team from this club?” Zheng Qing extended another finger, asking back.
“Your comprehension abilities have successfully surpassed those of a two-year-old.” Xin Fat Man mocked rcilessly: “Even a two-year-old could understand this simpler and faster than you.”
“That’s the crux of the issue!” Exclaid Zheng Qing, clapping his hands together: “Deng Xiaojian is a sophomore from Starry Sky Academy…
how could he join a Jiuyou Academy hunting team…”
Before he could finish his sentence, he figured it out himself.
“Oh, like the Blue Bird…
Sacred Will is also an inter-academy organization huh.” The young scholarship student scratched his head, chuckling lightly.
Xin Fat Man looked at him, filled with concern.
After a while, the chubby Fat Man turned to Xiao Xiao, glanced at Zheng Qing while whispering, “Should we take him to the school hospital for a check-up?
I think his intelligence has dropped a lot since his transformation from a cat…
does transformation magic have this side effect?”
Xiao Xiao didn’t say a word but nodded pensively.
“I’m not deaf you know.” Zheng Qing explained, slightly annoyed.
“I’ve always thought that the ‘Sacred Will’ hunting team would be called the ‘Sacred Will Hunting Team’…
like Friedman’s 3A Hunting Team, and Sepulano’s Auspicious Hunting Team.”
Xin Fat Man chuckled, staring at him aningfully without a word.
“…This is called cognitive inertia, anyone can have it.” The young scholarship student emphasized as he threw a threatening glance at Fat Man, patting his gray cloth bag tied around his waist.
Xin Fat Man pouted, diverting his gaze.
“If you’re dumb, you should read more.” Xiao Xiao put down his notebook, gently advising.
“You should learn from our fellow scholarship student, Liu Fifi.
Hang out more in the library after class…
How can there be such a big gap between two scholars?”
Zheng Qing’s face hardened and ignored him.
However, when Liu Fifi was ntioned, Zheng Qing’s gaze inadvertently fell on the back view of the female witches sitting in the front row of the classroom.
“She’s not sitting next to Nicholas today.” He grumbled softly.
“Speaking of Liu Fifi, did you talk to her?” Zhang Ji Xin seed to suddenly co to his senses, reverting back to his team leader state, and…
his tone.
He looked at the young scholarship student with wide eyes, “And Jiang Yu.
Did you chat with them?
Which one of them wants to be our hunting team manager?”
Zheng Qing avoided the gaze of the red-faced male witch, complaining weakly, “I don’t know what those witches are up to…
They’ve been gathering together since morning.
I’ve been driven away when I tried to greet them…”
“They’re discussing plans to welco Su Shijun.” Xiao Xiao stretched lazily, “Professor Yao handed this matter to Jiang Yu…”
“So…
Su Daxu, the beauty, really is coming to our class?!” Xin Fat Man suddenly got all excited, as if ignited by so chicken blood serum.
Even discussions about hunting team affairs didn’t elicit such enthusiasm from him.
This let-down left the captain of the Absolution Hunting Team rather disheartened.
Just as the chubby man was about to lean closer to Xiao Xiao, attempting to dig up so latest news, the stick figure behind the classroom door began yelling:
“Class is starting…
Old Yao is on his way here in a rush!!”
“Rustle rustle…” A noise resembling the sound of chairs and tables moving echoed through the classroom.
“Rember, communicate with them about their intentions as soon as possible!” Before sitting down, Zhang Ji Xin glanced at Zheng Qing with a serious face and urged him, “If neither of them is willing, we still have ti to train Lin Guo a bit to fill the gap… ”
“The word ‘train’ seems a bit inappropriate.” Zheng Qing voiced his opinion quietly.
“Do it imdiately after the class!” Zhang Ji Xin, whether he heard Zheng Qing’s complaint or not, emphasized with a stern look in his eyes.
The young scholarship student nodded again and again.
However, after class, he completely forgot about it.
Because another slightly infuriating situation showed up in front of him, diverting his attention.
The bloodsucking brat from the Karen family had the audacity to openly chat with Elena — and they seed pretty cheerful at that!
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