Hunting Team Training sounded like something that would easily get people excited, but in practice, it was exceedingly dull.
The hunters had to chant spells they had repeated countless times at fixed moments and in fixed situations as quickly as possible, while staying alert and mustering "complete courage" to face monsters that did not exist at all.
There were also tedious hunting formation maneuvers, lengthy pre-hunt tactical deductions, and unoriginal danger scenarios—such as talismans being accidentally contaminated and unable to activate, blood attracting another group of predatory monsters, spells accidentally injuring companions, getting lost, spraining an ankle, falling off a cliff, unexpected allergies to plants or animals, and so on. By comparison, if the training director arranged a few utterly illogical and nonsensical segments, the hunters would find them somewhat interesting instead.
But such things would never appear in Dr. Xiao's direction.
He was even more rigid than the school's most old-fashioned professors. He always confined Youzui's training plans to an extremely narrow scope, making everyone feel constrained.
"Only by dancing in shackles in ordinary times can we have the greatest freedom on the hunting grounds!"
This was one of his favorite sayings.
Normally, as the captain of the You Zui Hunting Team, even if Zheng Qing found it boring inside, he would still go along with it on the surface and force himself to participate in training.
But today, something had gone slightly wrong.
Because yesterday was Saturday. Aside from doing homework in the library that morning, he had worked in Professor Monteria's laboratory that afternoon, and had a nighttime patrol mission at Linzhong Lake that evening.
Up to now, Zheng Qing had slept for less than four hours.
So during today's training, the young wizard made mistake after mistake and kept zoning out.
"Stop!"
After Zheng Qing missed