How to rate the Christmas Rats' work did not trouble Zheng Qing for long.
At a temporary class meeting held a little later, Old Yao provided the answer.
Since the annual Winter Hunt was the following day, only four days of classes had been scheduled for the seventeenth week. From friday through the weekend, those three days would be under the control of First University's Hunting Committee, which would assign different tasks and "cleanup" duties in different areas to students from the four academies and some Research Institute researchers.
"I really don't want to take part."
Fatty Xin slumped over his desk and muttered dejectedly. Of course, his voice was so faint that even Zheng Qing, less than a step away from him, had to prick up his ears to barely make it out.
"But I remember you being very enthusiastic before, weren't you?" As the captain of the You Zui Hunting Team, Zheng Qing remembered his teammates' condition quite clearly. "When we were discussing how to use the team funds a while ago, you and the elder insisted on buying Dragon Skin Hunting Gear. Wasn't that for the Winter Hunt? Now that we've bought the uniforms, you're telling me you don't want to go. Isn't that fraud?"
"Definitely fraud." Zhang Jixin nodded repeatedly beside them.
"Fraud my ass... that's not the point." Fatty Xin laboriously turned his head, drooping his eyelids as he looked at Zheng Qing and tried to put on an earnest expression. "I did suggest that the hunting team join the Winter Hunt... but I always thought we'd be assigned somewhere on campus, where we could just coast through it. Who knew they'd send us outside the school grounds? This is going to kill me."
He was talking about the Winter Hunt arrangements that had just