MTL - Hunting College-v2 Chapter 30 How can boys be described as cute

　　 Every year in May and June, the four colleges of the First University will invite young wizards of the right age in the wizarding world to participate in the annual ‘Witcher College Entrance Examination’.

　　The little wizards who pass the test can get an admission letter from the first university-which means they can go further on the road of wizards.

　　Wizards who have not passed the test will find it difficult to access advanced magic knowledge in their future careers.

　　 It is no exaggeration to say that for all wizards, this is a fate-deciding test.

　　 But every year, some little wizards miss this exam for various reasons.

　　Some people are sick, and some people travel far.

　　 There are also many people, because the first university’s enchantment magic cannot reach them and missed the exam.

　　 is like a gypsy witch.

　　 As one of the oldest witch genealogy in Europa, the whereabouts of the Gypsy witch is very secret. They wandered outside the mainstream wizarding society all the year round, using various complex spell formations to cover up their tracks.

　　 If it were not for the Wizarding Council to retain the seat of the Gypsy Witch Group, many wizards would forget the existence of this group.

　　 The enrollment magic of the First University Admissions Committee is often blocked by these witches’ protective spells.

　　 In view of this, the First University has implemented a make-up examination system after coordination by various parties to implement the fairness concept to the greatest extent.

　　 And these students who entered the first university through make-up exams are called transfer students.

　　 Irina is a transfer student at the first university.

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　　 "Wait for me!" The witch waved from the other side of the street.

　　 Zheng Qing grabbed Fatty Xin, and honestly waited by the roadside.

　　Ilena wore a pair of beige patent leather fish mouth high heels, chuckles, trot all the way to Zheng Qing's side.

　　 Zheng Qing couldn't help standing up, trying to be more upright. But the large red robe on his body silently concealed this effort.

　　 Ilena’s long, burgundy long, wavy hair was casually draped over her shoulders, covering her white neck. A black chiffon dress with a red high-waisted diagonal skirt looks charming and charming.

　　 At this moment, she is holding a Kun Bao in her left hand, and she unfolds a tarot card as a small fan in her right hand, gently fanning the wind.

　　 Zheng Qing wrinkled his nose, and the rich and fragrant scent of violet filled his chest for an instant, which made people a little fascinated.

　　 "Are you wearing robes?" She turned her face and looked at Zheng Qing curiously.

　　 The orange sunset filled the streets.

　　 The faint sunlight passed through the fine hairs on her cheeks, making it softer and gentler.

　　 Zheng Qing opened his mouth, his mind went blank.

　　 "I said I should wear other clothes!" Fatty Xin muttered beside him.

　　 "It's also good to wear a robes, it looks refreshing and refreshing." Elena's eyebrows curled.

　　 Zheng Qing smiled, and glanced at the robe on his body.

　　 After awakening in the afternoon, the two lazy people argued in their respective beds for 30 seconds, and finally decided to wear the big red robe sent in the courtyard to participate in this party.

　　 But after coming to Beta Town, the two already regretted a little.

　　As far as I can see, few people wear hospital uniforms on the street.

　　 Except for the need to wear academic gowns every Monday and Friday, and other formal occasions, the First University does not have many requirements for students' daily dress.

　　 Under the long-term influence and influence, each college has given birth to different dressing styles from its own culture.

　　 Alpha wizards like simple white linen, while witches like to wear white dresses with fringes and folds.

　　The wizards of the Jiuyou Academy like dark red blog clothes, while the girls like the more gorgeous red background.

　　Atlas students often wear long golden cloaks over their clothes, while the Star Academy students prefer to use blue tight-fitting vests to show their charm and strength.

　　 But no matter how the costumes of the wizarding world change, it is always inextricably linked to the costumes of the white Ding world.

　　 In the long history, although the wizards have been looking at the earthly white people with a bird's eye view, they have never given up this kind of looking behavior. To borrow the words of a certain great wizard: "They don't have the talent bestowed by God, but their creativity can stimulate our inspiration."

　　Although Irina is a witch, Zheng Qing feels that her figure is constantly stimulating his inspiration.

　　The beautiful words and verses kept pouring out of my heart, but when they came to my mouth, they only turned into a word in embarrassment.

　　 "It's beautiful," he murmured.

　　 "What?" The fanning witch raised her eyebrows and asked curiously.

　　 "Oh, I mean, the weather is really good today! Ah, hahaha." Zheng Qing didn't expect her hearing to be so sensitive, there was a kind of embarrassment of being secretly peeped through.

　　 Fatty Xin lowered his head, ‘Yang’, ‘Yang’, and laughed dumbly.

　　 Zheng Qing stretched out his finger and poked him a few times.

　　 The three people strolled down the street towards the party destination.

　　 Zheng Qing glanced at the witch beside him, and finally couldn't help but speak.

　　 "I think what you wore today is very beautiful." He hesitated for a long time, then plucked up the courage to praise.

　　 "Thank you. Your cufflinks are also very beautiful." Irina smiled happily and praised: "I heard everyone say that you can write all the basic runes silently, it's amazing!"

　　 "It's all stupid work." Zheng Qing was modest, waved his hand again and again, but the smile on his face couldn't stop anyway.

"Are those rumors true?" With big eyes flashing, Irina approached Zheng Qing, and asked in a low voice: "It was about suppressing wild monsters in Four Seasons Square and saving a group of elves. Also, you really are. Is it a descendant of Kunlun Dao pulse?"

　　 Zheng Qing narrowed his smile, hesitating to answer.

　　 Because of the rumors mentioned by Jelena, there are true and false.

　　 For example, the wild boar monster did fall asleep under his rune paper;

　　 Another example, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com itself did save a group of little elves-until now, I am still worried about their lives.

　　 But no matter what, rumors are rumors after all.

　　 These rumors are really hateful, Zheng Qing's face is tangled.

"Of course it is true!" Seeing Zheng Qing not speaking for a long time, the Fatty Xin next to him, thinking that he could not save face, grabbed his shoulders and stretched out his thumbs to boast: "My brother Qing doesn't like to be swaggered, but no one in the new students Know what he is-those little elves are still staying in our dorm!"

　　 "No, no, no." Zheng Qing shook his hands in a panic, denying.

　　 originally looked at Jelena's admiring expression, he vaguely admitted these things.

　　 But after all, there is no way to be understanding.

　　 "I don't know the thunder curse, and the talisman painted is not so powerful."

　　 "I did save a group of elves, but I didn't block the banshee. In fact, this was the result of everyone's desperate efforts."

　　 "And I am not a descendant of Kunlun. Of course, I do inherit the same lineage, but in fact I don't know which school or school I belong to. I haven't officially started, and the teacher has never told me."

　　 "As for school gossip, it's just gossip."

　　 Zheng Qing pours out the words that have been accumulated for a long time, but his heart is much more relaxed.

　　 He looked at Elena sincerely and said:

　　 "I just hope these rumors will not affect your mood."

　　 Fatty Xin stamped his feet on one side and sighed, with a look of hatred on his face.

　　Ilena smiled brighter instead:

"You're so cute!"

　　 Zheng Qing looked stagnant, and his face collapsed:

　　 "How can boys be described as cute."

　　 he muttered.