As the minutes of that brief noon meeting spread, the Hunting Committee's various measures to reform this year's School Hunt Competition were like a stone tossed into a still lake, sending ripples rapidly outward.
All afternoon, almost everyone talked about it.
In the library, study rooms, before Talisman Class, after Talisman Class, in the cafeteria, along the Linzhong Lakefront—everywhere Zheng Qing went, students gathered in groups of three or five, eagerly discussing the matter. Perhaps only the merfolk beneath the lake and the long-lived turtles along its shore had no interest in it.
Just as he had expected.
Most students responded very positively to the Student Union's reforms. There were plenty of young wizards who loved hunting competitions. In previous School Hunt Competitions, most people could only satisfy themselves by talking from the stands, but this time, nearly everyone had a chance to compete for the Campus Cup. Everyone's enthusiasm was instantly ignited.
All they needed was four or five friends to form a hunting team, and they would have a chance to claim that weighty trophy!
Just thinking about it was exciting.
Granted, the odds of a newly formed hunting team winning the championship were vanishingly small. But like gambling, as long as there was a one-in-ten-thousand chance, it was worth giving one hundred percent. Besides, the cost of doing so was not high.
Even failing in the hunting competition did not mean gaining nothing. Every team participating in the School Hunt Competition could not only leave an eye-catching entry on their records, but also earn credits—previously, these "outsiders" could only obtain a pitiful few credits through the Hunting Dance Party, Hunting Song, and volunteer work related to the competition.
"Does the school have enough credits to pay all those hunting teams?"
During the late-night talk in Room 403,