Monster Hunting High School

The most pleasant thing in life is not sleeping until you wake up naturally, but waking up on a weekend morning, peeing and then rolling back into bed. Your confused mind tells you that there is still plenty of time and you can sleep as long as you want.

In the same way, the most painful thing in life is not when someone talks to you about an embarrassing topic, but when someone else talks about it to you, the embarrassing topic lingers in your mind over and over again, refusing to leave for a long time.

Just like a few days ago, Su Shijun mentioned Jiang Yu's incident before leaving.

Zheng Qing had reason to suspect that the lady senator of Yuexia Parliament had found an opportunity to cause trouble for him, but he had no evidence and did not dare to question her face to face.

What else can be done? Life has to go on, and you can live it by pinching your nose.

Now, the fat man brought up this issue again, which made Zheng Qing want to stuff his head into the toilet and purr for a while. In order to divert the topic away from Jiang Yu, Zheng Qing had to take out the talisman he had just thought of and show it to his roommates.

"What do you think of this gift?" He raised his hand and shook the talisman post with a clatter: "A set of posts, as well as simple notes... As long as you tick the talisman foot and add the spirit, you can Use it as a serious basic talisman."

Sure enough, the fat man's attention was diverted from the post.

He walked over to Zheng Qing, took the post, and then started studying it with Dr. Xiao Da. This made Zheng Qing breathe a heavy sigh of relief.

Elsewhere, Dylan knocked on the boards of his coffin.

"Captain, let me take a look at the facial mask you bought." Mr. Vampire Werewolf said, touching his fair skin and sighing: "Lack of sleep recently, I always feel that my skin has become a little rougher."

Zheng Qing felt a chill in his heart and raised his hand to throw away the small jar of facial mask.

Dylan didn't reach out, but a dark red blood appeared from the coffin under him, and he rolled back the can of facial mask. Zheng Qing made up his mind to take back the jar of facial mask later and give it a good wipe.

"Compared with the facial mask, the Django red tube is a better gift." Dylan looked at the instructions on the jar in his hand and commented: "Now the Django SW series is popular over there... Elena is a gypsy, Django is just right. If you don’t like red tubes, black or blue tubes are fine. No witch can resist a full set of Djangos.”

Django is a very popular luxury brand in the modern wizarding world. Its products include wizard robes, hunting clothing, timepieces, cosmetics, and even flying carpets and broomsticks.

For example, Django's status in the wizarding world is roughly equivalent to the combination of Armani, Rolex, Rolls-Royce and other brands in Zheng Qing's original world.

The Django Red tube is a lipstick with a red tube. The full name of the SW series recommended by Dylan is the ‘Scarlet Witch series’, which is very famous among young witches.

More importantly, Django is a brand created by gypsy wizards, which must have a special meaning for Irina.

After hearing Dylan's recommendation, Zheng Qing felt a little heartbroken.

"I'm not rich enough to buy a whole set of Django." The young public-funded student muttered, trying hard to swallow back the more straightforward words "I don't have money."

While buying facial masks in Linjinghua, he also noticed the rows of Django suits behind the counter. Different colors and models are arranged neatly, like soldiers waiting for review, and they look very stylish.

Then I looked at the price - the entire set of Django SW series, 99 pieces, was quoted at nine jade coins, nine gold beans and nine silver cents. The most popular SW400 was quoted for one golden bean and three silver cents.

This made the wizard give up the idea early.

"Buying one doesn't feel sincere, and I think she must have bought the popular colors a long time ago." Zheng Qing also had good reasons for not buying one: "If I were to buy a set, the budget would not be enough. After all the calculations at the time, I decided to buy it. That can of facial mask is not expensive, but it’s not cheap either, it’s just right.”

Dylan shook his head, not saying anything, but called on the elves to send Zheng Qing's jar back.

"Since you plan to give away talisman stickers now, what should you do with the cosmetics you bought?" The fat man who was studying the post with Xiao Xiao suddenly raised his head and asked a very pointed question: "You can't use that jar, isn't it a waste? "

When Zheng Qing heard this, he was stunned.

Before he could think of a solution, Fatty Xin gave his solution: "If you ask me, you should give that jar of facial mask as a gift. Anyway, you are so considerate that Elena won't mind... As for this How about I put some golden beans on this talisman and sell it to me?"

Zheng Qing weighed the jar of facial mask in his hand and estimated how big a hole it would make if it hit the fat man's face.

After weighing it for a few times, his own solution suddenly came to his mind.

"What do you guys think, if I give this jar of stuff to Su Ya or Li Meng?" He tentatively asked his roommates: "If I give it to them both, no one will misunderstand anything."

Xiao Xiao and others looked at each other and commented in one word: "Pervert!"

Zheng Qing rolled his eyes and started teasing the elves on the tent again.

At this moment, there was a crackling sound outside the window, like a bunch of leaves hitting the glass. Zheng Qing lay lazily on the bed motionless, Dylan hid in the coffin and pretended not to hear, and Dr. Xiao Da was carefully looking through Zheng Qing's talisman.

Only Fatty Xin didn't have the patience to read page after page of talisman posts, and he was the closest to the balcony window.

"A bunch of slackers."

The fat man grunted, struggled to squeeze through the narrow door between the balcony and the dormitory, and opened the window.

The cold wind outside the house penetrated into the dormitory, making the young public-funded student shiver.

"Close the window quickly!" Zheng Qing shouted at Fatty Xin without raising his head: "Not everyone is like you, wearing a natural bearskin coat!"

"His coat is not considered bearskin, it is at best an oilskin coat." Dylan corrected him seriously while sitting in the coffin.

"Bang!"

Fatty Xin closed the window forcefully and squeezed into the dormitory again angrily.

"Say what you just said again?!" He opened his eyes wide, grinned at Zheng Qing, and waved a small blue paper crane in his hand: "I didn't hear clearly just now, can you say it again?"

Zheng Qing glanced at it and immediately rolled off the bed.

The elves who were playing with him were startled, and all of them floated into the air with their wings flickering, and complained in shrill voices.

"Sorry, sorry." The young public-funded student clasped his hands, and the first blow was directed at the elves, and the second blow was vaguely directed at the fat man, but most of them were still directed at the elves.

There is no doubt that Fatty will be so arrogant only if he finds his weak spot. From a simple guess, you can know that the paper crane came to find you.