"As for Youzui..."
The professor's projection made no effort to maintain order from the podium. He merely tapped the lectern and raised his voice slightly. "I believe everyone here knows them better than this old man does... They have maintained the drive that won them last year's Freshman Competition championship and displayed an astonishing standard beyond that of most ordinary hunting teams. I think the somewhat vulgar term 'super student hunting team' is quite fitting for these young hunters."
As he spoke, he cast a glance toward the back left corner of the classroom.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but for an instant, Zheng Qing felt that the projection on the podium had become more substantial, its gaze more animated.
As though the professor's eyes had truly fallen upon them.
The young scholarship student instinctively straightened his back and sat a little more upright. At almost the same moment, the students in the front rows all turned to look at their corner, their eyes filled with excitement, admiration, and envy.
"Second matter!"
The professor on the podium gave the students no further chance to chat. After a brief pause, he tapped the lectern again. "Some arrangements for next week... including arrangements concerning coursework and the hunting competition... Actually, I think I should have mentioned this at the very beginning... Does anyone know which week of the semester this is?"
"The seventh week!"
Scattered answers came from below the podium.
"That's right, it's already the seventh week." The professor raised his voice slightly. "Tomorrow begins the eighth week, and midterm examinations are generally held in the tenth or eleventh week. In other words, when Hunting Month ends, you will be facing the first new round of examinations since entering your second year."
Without needing him to emphasize it further, waves of