Ever since the selection tasks began, Zheng Qing had felt an indescribable sense of contradiction in his heart.
As Youzui began looking for a thesis advisor, and news arrived that more and more other hunting teams were doing the same, that feeling gradually became clearer—the school could not possibly allow over a hundred hunting teams to pass the selection tasks.
For one thing, the School Hunting Meet had limited resources and could not support the consumption of over a hundred hunting teams. For another, letting newly formed hunting teams with little experience compete alongside seasoned teams like Tribunal, Bloodline, and Demonic Energy would most likely inflict tremendous physical and emotional harm on many young hunters.
None of that was the school's original intention in holding the School Hunting Meet.
Especially after the class meeting on Sunday night, when Zheng Qing failed to invite Old Yao to serve as Youzui's thesis advisor, he saw the situation before him more clearly, and a powerful sense of urgency suddenly welled up inside him.
Early the next morning, Monday, before Magic Spell Class began, the young publicly funded student dragged Xiao Xiao and Fatty Xin straight to the professors' Office Building.
But in the lobby on the first floor of the Office Building, Youzui's three hunters were forced to stop.
Besides them, dozens of students in robes of every color had gathered there, noisily blocking the entrance from the lobby to the corridor.
"Don't push! Don't push!"
"Register one at a time, then enter in order... Don't you all have classes? This is supposed to be our breakfast time!"
Several Big Parrots in charge of reception flapped their wings as they circled beneath the ceiling, maintaining order while squawking indignantly. Every so often, one or two emerald-green feathers drifted down from above.
Zheng Qing