"Do you remember how many hunting teams participated in last year's school hunting competition?" Xin Fat Man did not immediately answer Zheng Qing's question: "…Not the freshman competition, but the formal Campus Cup hunting competition."
"Twenty-seven?" Zheng Qing blurted out the first number that came to mind.
The Fat Wizard rolled his eyes.
Zheng Qing immediately realized his mistake and quickly corrected himself: "Oh oh, I remember now, twenty-seven was the number of officially registered hunting teams last year. This year, our Absolution has also become an official hunting team... I remember the Doctor said that the Ouroboros Hunting Team also successfully advanced, so should it be twenty-nine?"
Xin Fat Man took a deep breath, a trace of blue flashed across his face, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
Zheng Qing had never known that the fat man's forehead could show veins and was quite surprised, looking a few more times.
