Upon hearing that Zhu Si had been "sniped," Zheng Qing was unexpectedly not surprised.
Or rather, after reality had beaten him up for some time now, he had developed a certain immunity to things that seemed foolproof yet ended unexpectedly.
He always felt as though fate was playing some malicious joke on him.
"Then Zhu Si, pass."
The captain of the You Zui Hunting Team picked up his Quill Pen and drew a line across the parchment before him, crossing out Zhu Si's name. Calmly and evenly, he said, "Then, the next one..."
The next to report was Zhang Jixin, who had been responsible for persuading Teacher An from Jiuyou Academy's Academic Affairs Office and the professor teaching the elective Mysticism Handbook.
The former, Teacher An, had regretfully stated that he could not provide hunting tournament guidance for You Zui due to a conflict of duties—or, more precisely, because much of the Academic Affairs Office's work involved organizing and managing this hunting tournament. For the sake of fairness, teachers from the Academic Affairs Office voluntarily avoided projects related to the tournament. His situation was similar to Sima Yangyun's, except Sima held a concurrent post at an off-campus institution, while Teacher An held one within the school.
As for the latter, the Mysticism Handbook professor, he truly deserved to be called a professor of mysticism. He was so mysterious that no one could normally track his whereabouts. He always arrived silently in the classroom before class and left without a sound afterward.
By the time Zhang Jixin had copied down the notes left on the blackboard that Thursday afternoon—supposedly containing questions from the midterm exam—and chased out of the classroom, the professor had long since vanished without a trace.
The Red-faced Male Wizard looked around. Everywhere, hurried footsteps and sorrowful lives.