"...'The You Zui Hunting Team is an exceptionally outstanding hunting team,' Lei Zhe, the new president of Sacred Will, First University's famous student organization, praised them to this newspaper's reporter. 'They were champions of the previous Freshman Competition and reaped considerable gains in last year's winter hunt organized by the school... Of course, more importantly, as far as I know, the You Zui Hunting Team took part in the war that erupted at Black Prison at the end of last semester. That was a unique experience among all student hunting teams... I guess Youzui may have forged a connection with Councilwoman Su during that war...'"
Fatty Xin held up the school paper and loudly read the brand-new front-page article bearing his name to his companions. His face glowed red, making him look like Zhang Jixin's blood brother.
"He interviewed your brother too?" Zheng Qing leaned close to the Red-faced Male Wizard's ear and asked curiously in a low voice. "I thought he only chatted with the few of us."
Zhang Jixin curled his lip and complained, "Given the chance, he'd cram every wizard he knew with even a little fame into this report... like Senior Colmar and the Wanderer Wizard."
The young publicly funded student let out an admiring sigh.
In this matter, the Fat Wizard had indeed been exceptionally dedicated.
Speaking of dedication, the young wizard looked around. As far as the eye can see, everything was hazy. It was nine o'clock on Friday night. It was early in the solar calendar but late in the lunar calendar, so the moon overhead was neither quite full nor quite round, like a glowing potato.
Tonight marked the You Zui Hunting Team's first formal meeting with their thesis advisor. Yet after waiting at the edge of the hunting grounds for nearly