"Hunting Dance Party? Last night?"
Before divination class the next morning, Nicholas looked baffled at Zheng Qing, who had come over to chat with him. "What opening dance? Never heard of it... Do we need to attend? Will they deduct credits if we don't go?"
Zheng Qing was caught completely off guard by that answer.
He had only brought it up as small talk, hoping to use it as an opening to sound out how the Edge Hunting Team viewed the finals rules. He had not expected an answer like this.
It took him quite a while to come back to his senses.
"They obviously won't deduct credits," the young scholarship student replied vaguely, trying to skip over the subject. "It's just a little social event... It's not even on the same level as the finals."
"Yes, the finals."
A glimmer seemed to appear on the sallow-faced senior's face, and his eyes, which had seemed lacking in confidence because of their trembling, instantly lit up. "...I never thought Edge would make it this far! At first, it was just the Great Sage's suggestion, and Feifei was very encouraging too, so I gave it a try... I never imagined we'd get this far."
Zheng Qing noticed that more than one classmate was already secretly watching the two of them—the captains of the two hunting teams that had entered the Campus Cup finals appeared to be discussing something. That was absolutely the sort of topic worth bragging about in casual conversation.
So he decided to cut to the chase.
"Listen," the young scholarship student interrupted Nicholas's rambling sentiments. His eyes swept the surroundings, and he spoke rapidly. "Objectively speaking, we have to admit that our two hunting teams are the weakest among the nine teams entering the finals... Making it this far