Lunch.
Boys' dormitory 403.
Zheng Qing, Xiao Xiao, Xin, Dillon, Zhang Jixin, Lan Que, Lin Guo.
The orange cat was leaning on Fatty Xin's pillow, squinting its eyes and snoring happily; the elves climbed up and down on it, braiding the long hair on its orange tail into various little braids.
Zhang Jixin is playing hunting chess with Lin Guo - this is a complex game born out of hunting games. It seems that with the arrival of the hunting moon, it has regained the favor of many students overnight - Dr. Xiao Da is holding his notebook
, sitting aside, listlessly recording the game scores for the two of them.
Zheng Qing sat cross-legged on his bed, folded his arms in front of his chest, and looked at a piece of white paper floating in front of him with a serious look. Above the white paper, the shorthand quill he just bought from Green's Grocery Store was sketching cheerfully.
Slender lines.
"Listen to me, that's right!" The red-faced boy seemed to have eyes behind his back. Although his eyes were still staring at the chessboard in front of him, he knew everything about what was going on behind him: "I told you, the stuff at Green's Grocery Store is of high quality and price.
inexpensive!"
Xiao Xiao gave a long snort.
"It's closed!" Lin Guo waved his fist and shouted happily.
On the chessboard, the auxiliary hunter belonging to the Alpha Little Wizard had just cut off the retreat of the opposing wild demon group, and tightly tied up the entire hunting bag.
Lan Que was leaning against the bedpost behind Lin Guo with his arms folded. Seeing the little wizard's excitement, he couldn't help but reach out and rub his neat watermelon head.
Lin Guo turned around and bared his teeth in a bright smile.
"If I were you, I would never be happy so early." The red-faced boy sitting opposite rolled up his sleeves and enthusiastically directed his group of wild monsters to form a comprehensive defense formation and follow the most conservative posture.
Guard the Wild Demon King in the center and stand ready, waiting for the opponent's hunting team to attack.
"You two, please be gentle... playing chess is like fighting." Fatty Xin muttered, hugging the pillow on his chest tighter. He slumped lazily in the armchair, with his legs widely spread apart.
, looking half asleep and half awake.
"Are you just going to sit here all afternoon?" Dylan's somewhat annoyed voice came from the tent not far away.
It was the hottest time of the day, and Mr. Vampire Werewolf in the dormitory was obviously not satisfied with this environment. So although the curtain on his bed had been hung up, Dylan still insisted on sitting in his coffin.
, hiding the whole body in the shadow behind the tent.
The dormitory is still a bit lifeless.
Now, even the two players who are playing chess have given up using explicit orders to direct the chess pieces to run around on the sand table, and instead try to use the small canes on the chess board to silently direct them.
Just when the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was about to explode, the fat man who was slumped in the armchair suddenly stood up.
"Yes!" he shouted, his eyes widened, and he raised his arms high: "How about calling it 'No. 403'?!"
The elves who were braiding the tail of the orange cat were startled by the loud roar, and they yelled and quickly hid behind the fat cat's generous body.
Tuantuan stopped snoring, shook his beard, opened one eye dissatisfied, and gave the fat man a warning look.
"You're so scary!" Zheng Qing was also frightened by the loud roar. He couldn't control the shorthand pen floating in front of him for a moment, and poked a series of transparent holes in the white paper.
He put away the pen and paper, looked at the fat man again with a troubled expression, and asked feebly: "What did you just say?"
"I mean, our club is called 'No. 403', how about it?" Fatty Xin waved his arms solemnly, as if he was giving a speech on the stage, and shouted impassionedly: "Although it looks quite normal, there is something hidden between the lines.
It embodies the true meaning of 'order'! It is not only formal, but also clear at a glance, giving people a very rigorous feeling."
"I don't know whether it's rigorous or not. I only know that your spit has just landed on my Wild Demon King's face." Zhang Jixin twitched his fingers unkindly, making a threatening clicking sound.
"There is absolutely no sense of formality, let alone rigor, in using our house number as a name." Zheng Qing pasted the piece of white paper on his face and lamented: "Maybe the Federation of Societies will only start from
I feel our perfunctory attitude regarding the name..."
"I didn't see anything bright, I just felt like my eyes were blind." Dr. Xiao Da commented concisely and concisely.
"Also, also, I, Brother Lan, and Brother Zhang are not from dormitory 403..." Lin Guo hurriedly pointed his fingers, and finally added: "Oh, and that little boy from Atlas
Master, he is not from dormitory 403."
Lan Que did not speak, but expressed his attitude with disdainful eyes.
"This won't work, that won't work either... You guys might give me a good idea!" Fatty Xin sighed up to the sky and fell back into his chair. His voice was full of despair: "It's just a name, do you need to be so serious?
?We have wasted almost half an hour on this issue!"
This time, even the coffin in the shadow let out a faint sigh.
Zheng Qing turned over the letter paper in front of him and felt a headache when he looked at the various names on the back.
After returning to the dormitory from the pedestrian street, the young wizards' 'club founding meeting and first plenary meeting of members' came to a standstill less than five minutes after it was held.
A simple question that no one expected stumped everyone.
What should their new club be called?!
"So, if you want me to say, you should use my opinion." Lin Guo raised a chess piece and allowed the hunter who was lurking to threaten him with all his teeth and claws. He suggested with a serious face: "I think the starry sky is invincible.
"Hunting Team' or 'The Best Hunting Team in the World' can express our purpose very clearly and can fully set off our courage and fearlessness."
There was silence in the dormitory for a few seconds, and then everyone burst into hearty laughter like children.
Xin's laughter is the most exaggerated.
"The name is too big, I'm afraid it will reach my waist." The fat man objected with a smile.
"A fat man has no waist." Lin Guo glanced at him sideways and sat back on his chair angrily.
Classmate Xin opened his mouth, lowered his head and glanced at his round belly, pulled a blanket from the bed, and silently covered his face.
"What do you think of the name 'League of Gentlemen'?" Dylan's voice came from the shadow of the tent, explaining in a graceful and luxurious tone: "This is a very famous hunting team in the history of Europa.
I have hunted down many famous monsters... It's just a small borrowing... I guess they won't mind the simple idea of young wizards in the school chasing their dreams..."
"Gentlemen, that sounds very perverted." Zheng Qing quickly waved his hands and objected repeatedly: "Maybe the girls will think this is a 'pervert alliance'... No, no."
"Why!" Dylan's voice was full of confusion and doubt: "Isn't gentleman a very elegant and beautiful adjective?"
"That was an antique from many years ago... You are already out of touch with society." Zheng Qing complained: "Maybe you should look up a dictionary of modern buzzwords... You know, the ancient word 'walk' means run, and the modern word 'walk' means run."
'Walking' means walking with two short legs."
There was silence in Dylan's tent for a few seconds, and finally a long sigh came from the room: "There is nothing we can do about it... You know, as a 1,200-year-old man, you are always not so sensitive to changes in time."
"Becoming 1,200 years old again?" Xiao Xiao snorted.
This chapter has been completed!