Before trying to persuade Zhu Si, the You Zui Hunting Team had another option.
That was Professor Monteria, who taught this Magic Script Class.
If they could persuade Professor Monteria to become Youzui's thesis advisor, he would naturally be far more reliable than that girl Zhu Si. Perhaps they could even wheedle some useful things out of the professor's laboratory.
Although the professor had repeatedly made his stance on not participating in the School Hunt Competition clear to the hunting teams that consulted him, as the saying went, a good woman feared a persistent suitor. Even Emperor Liu had visited Mister Zhuge's cottage three times. They should not be discouraged or give up. All they had to do now was shamelessly ask one more time after class. What was so difficult about that?
What if the professor was merely being tsundere, testing the determination of these young hunters?
With that naive notion in mind, Zheng Qing and the others were unusually proactive. Before class, they moved their seats several rows forward. Ignoring the strange looks from their classmates, they remained active and attentive throughout the lesson. Even including Fatty Xin, the four of them raised their hands to answer questions more often than Dunton did.
Unfortunately, Professor Monteria was remarkably perfunctory when it came to teaching. Zheng Qing and the others' enthusiasm was like flirting with a blind man. He seriously suspected the professor had not even noticed that they had changed seats.
Still, it did not matter. So long as the professor sensed their "enthusiasm and eagerness to learn," even the slightest additional goodwill during the upcoming "negotiation" would be worthwhile.
The bell rang. The moment the professor called out, "Class dismissed," the four members of Youzui seated near the front rose in unison, their burning gazes fixed on