The You Zui Hunting Team received the school Hunting Committee's reply regarding the Alliance-designated mission on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month—the second day after Great Cold.
Only then did Zheng Qing learn that, before a hunting team could carry out a mission, it also had to undergo Trident Sword's review.
When an Official Hunting Team organized by students took part in an Alliance-designated mission, it had to pass three rounds of deliberation by the Professor Joint Conference, the School Labor Committee, and the Hunting Committee. Zheng Qing therefore felt that Trident Sword's additional review was completely unnecessary.
But just as people sometimes really did secretly fart after taking off their pants when no one was around, many things that seemed foolish at first made a little sense upon closer thought.
In any case, after receiving the reply, Zheng Qing had no time to complain. He immediately gathered the people Youzui had long prepared—Xiao Xiao, Xin, Dylan, and Lan Que—then, along with himself, the five of them hurried through the Grandfather Clock between the school and Trident Sword to Trident Sword headquarters, hoping to return safely to school before the cafeteria closed at noon.
They were lucky.
Because they had arrived early, they did not have to wait in line for long before it was Youzui's turn to collect their "key." Behind the U-shaped counter sat a fair, plump receptionist, like a glutinous rice ball from an icebox. Her voice was mechanical and her manner cold, making her seem hardly like a living person.
That was until the little incident occurred.
In Zheng Qing's eyes, the "rice ball" immediately seemed a little more alive.
While the receptionist verified the You Zui Hunting Team's information, Zheng Qing casually examined the items on the desk—several folders of varying thickness were