Monster Hunting High School

The Valentine's Day dance did not leave a deep impression on Zheng Qing like the first time he attended the Moon Hunting Dance.

Xu was used to seeing big scenes, so he was a little tired of the small-scale dance organized by the student union. Whether it was the backup singers of Nymphs or the backup dancers of Luminous Birds, his mood did not fluctuate much. The only thing that could stay in his mind was the bright smile of the gypsy witch throughout the night.

Zheng Qing's second satisfaction with this dance was that when he danced with Elena, he finally did not discuss philosophy like he did at the Moon Hunting Dance. Thanks to the discussion about cosmetics with Dylan earlier, he finally found a breakthrough to chat with the witch and behaved more naturally.

In short, this is a victory dance, a beautiful dance, and a grand festival for the young wizards and wizards of Jiuyou Academy.

After all the noise, there is only fatigue.

This fatigue lasted until the regular meeting of the new semester on the evening of the second day.

February 15th is the weekend and the last day of winter vacation. As usual, the students of Jiuyou College need to attend the regular class meetings every weekend.

Compared with the regular meeting last semester, the only thing that makes everyone feel relaxed about today's regular meeting is that Lao Yao has informed the students in advance through the two monitors that homework will not be collected tonight. All homework, including weekly journals, will be postponed to the regular meeting in the first week of school and then collected together.

"This is because the college is considering the impact of post-holiday syndrome and giving everyone a buffer period." Downton explained when announcing this information to the boys.

But at the same time, he also emphasized: "Those who have not finished their homework must seize the time to complete it this week...otherwise, if the homework is not finished next weekend, everyone will look bad."

The boys agreed noisily, laughing and not taking it seriously.

Duan Xiaojian, on the other hand, patted the monitor's shoulder carelessly and said with a smile: "Next weekend? I don't know if Lao Yao will still be in the academy next weekend, so don't worry so much!"

Zheng Qing raised his head in surprise and looked at the thin, hunched wizard.

"Old Yao will be gone next week? Who did you listen to? Is the college going to change its dean?" He asked a series of questions, which made Duan Xiaojian's face turn pale.

"I'm a real grandfather, I didn't say that!" Duan Xiaojian tilted his head back funny, as if he was staggered by Zheng Qing's question. At the same time, he waved his hands repeatedly and denied: " I just said that he may not be in the academy... Please don't misinterpret my words casually. If there are any discrepancies in the communication, I will not take the responsibility."

"He may be saying that Lao Yao will participate in school projects like last semester and will not have time to attend our small regular meetings." Zhang Jixin, who was sitting on the other side, understood what Duan Xiaojian meant.

When the hunchbacked wizard heard this explanation, he nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice.

Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Whether it was his unusual attraction to magical creatures, the trouble caused by his title of Major Arcana, or the dark tide surging around the school, they all unknowingly brought huge psychological pressure to the young public-funded students. .

He really didn't want the professor he was familiar with and could rely on to leave at this juncture.

After putting the winter vacation homework that was originally placed on the table back into the gray bag, Zheng Qing stretched and his eyes flickered in the classroom, looking at the students around him whom he had not seen for ten months.

It is now 6:10 pm, and there are still twenty minutes left before today's regular class meeting starts. The classroom is already full of students. None of the young wizards from Astronomy Class 08-1 were late, and they all arrived at school before the start of school.

But this is not a common phenomenon at First University.

In fact, as far as Zheng Qing knows, many students at the Alpha College have the habit of delaying their vacation after the holidays, especially those students who come from wizarding families, who regard the delay of their vacation as a status symbol. The stronger the family and the higher the family status, the longer the extended leave will be, and vice versa.

In their view, only students from ordinary wizarding families, or even those from White House backgrounds, would obediently abide by the school's rules and regulations and report to school on time.

The so-called privileged thinking is nothing more than this.

Although the students of Astronomy Class 08-1 have arrived, their overall condition is a bit sluggish due to the holiday yesterday. Coupled with the fact that it was close to the start of the regular meeting, the atmosphere in the classroom was even more suppressed.

The witches were still sitting in the center of the front row of the classroom, in small groups, whispering to each other, and discussing the content of their winter vacation homework. The wizards gathered in different corners of the classroom according to their own small circles, chatting.

Perhaps the only energetic person is the little stick figure posted behind the door. We haven’t seen each other for ten months, but it seems to be much more enthusiastic towards everyone. It thanks everyone who is willing to talk to it, and thanks everyone for sprinkling beautiful gold powder on its simple drawings during the Chinese New Year.

Zheng Qing felt that it was fake to say thank you, but it was real to find someone to gossip about. After all, there have been no students in class for more than a month, so the little stick figure who stays on the drawing paper all day must have a very difficult life.

"Did you bring your facial mask?" Fatty Xin, who had been sitting in the front row of Zheng Qing, suddenly turned his head with a narrow smile on his face: "Would you like to give some to the elves on the blackboard?"

Zheng Qing's face suddenly darkened.

After waking up this morning, Zheng Qing suddenly came up with a new idea and gave the can of worm series pearl mud mask to the elves he raised.

The elves were so moved by this strange gift that they kept making noises in the dormitory all day long. Moreover, almost every elf was rolling around in the jar, wrapped in a thick, white layer. Huge amounts of pearl mud were flying around, bumping into everyone's tents or robes.

Even Fat Mao Tuantuan was so scared that he jumped out of the window and did not go home until everyone came for the regular meeting.

"If you pay, I don't mind giving them some gifts." Zheng Qing raised his eyelids and glanced at the fat man, and snorted angrily - he was just paying attention to the gypsy witch sitting on the other side of the classroom and was not in the mood to talk to the fat man. .

Fatty Xin didn't seem to notice the public-funded student's impatience, but instead became more energetic.

"If you have money, you can't give it to an elf." The fat man patted his round belly and smacked his lips: "I would rather stuff it into my belly with chicken legs."

"So you are not the Major Arcana." Zhang Jixin, who was sitting next to him, suddenly interrupted and scolded the fat man.

Zheng Qing gave him an approving look.

Fatty Xin did not feel annoyed after being retorted, but instead showed a thoughtful expression on his face: "Speaking of the Major Arcana, Captain, have you received any strange letters recently?"

When Zheng Qing heard this, he immediately thought of the cyan flying crane with the paw print he received yesterday.

He asked calmly: "How do you say it?"

"I heard... I just heard," Fatty first emphasized his source of information, and then lowered his voice and said, "I heard the news from the Federation of Socialist Associations about the conflict between Lei Zhe and Augustus. It’s getting more and more intense, and it’s hard for any club in the school to stay out of it. It’s said that the leader of every club will receive a solicitation letter.”

"Either Reize's, or Augustus's."

"You have to pick a team."