Monster Hunting High School

"Speaking of which, I'm curious about something... What is your relationship with Councilor Su? Why did she write you a letter of recommendation?" The professor's voice came from above his head, and it sounded very clear.

The publicly-funded student who was being examined by Professor Monteria, with his head raised and his eyes wide open, was speechless when he heard this question.

Zheng Qing felt that if it weren't for the fact that his eyes were now wide open, he would definitely roll his eyes.

It seems that as long as we are still human, the mentality of gossip will not be missing anywhere. Even Professor Monteria, who always seems to be very stern, is not exempt from vulgarity.

"Well, I raised a little fox, and Councilor Su liked it very much... so I gave him a small favor." Zheng Qing answered vaguely.

Although this reason may not sound convincing, it is reasonable.

After all, Su Shijun was born in the Qingqiu Su family, and it is understandable that he likes foxes; and writing a simple letter of recommendation is not particularly difficult - especially if the person being recommended is from Jiuyou College, is a publicly funded student, and has won the Merlin Medal - Thinking from this perspective, this letter of recommendation feels more like a person carrying someone in a sedan chair.

"Get up."

After Professor Monteria finished the inspection, he patted Zheng Qing on the shoulder and motioned for him to sit up.

By the time Zheng Qing sat up straight, the professor had already walked around to the back of the test bench and was throwing the silk-skin gloves he had just taken off into the trash can next to the table.

"Do you know the name of this laboratory?" The professor raised his eyelids and asked.

Zheng Qing immediately recalled the line of small words above the small bronze door in his mind, and hurriedly replied: "I know, it's called Monteria Laboratory."

The professor's face turned dark and he snorted: "That name was used when applying for funding... Under normal circumstances, most people would call this place the 'Advanced Magic Text and Bloodline Research Laboratory'."

While speaking, the professor had already picked up the inspection report and looked through it.

While flipping through the pages, he said: "According to your current foundation, you are not suitable to stay in this laboratory..."

Zheng Qing wanted to correct him. He was only here to check his body, not as a laboratory assistant. But before he could think of how to speak, Professor Monteria seemed to already know what he was thinking.

"...I know you are here for a blood test. But in my laboratory, unless it is a test object that goes to the test bench, it is impossible to get a free test report."

As he spoke, he raised the material in his hand, pointed at the large group of busy black-robed wizards behind Zheng Qing, and said, "Why do you think they came to my laboratory?"

Zheng Qing turned around and looked back.

The figures behind the rows of test benches were all busy, no one was whispering to each other, and no one looked up to peek in this direction.

"That letter of recommendation only gives you the key to enter this laboratory. If you want to get more, then you should make corresponding efforts."

Zheng Qing took a deep breath and nodded vigorously: "No problem."

"Very good," Professor Monteria twitched the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to express his appreciation for the attitude of the public-funded students, but this effort failed, making his expression look a bit more severe: "Every Saturday from 1 p.m. to 1 p.m. Come to the laboratory at six o'clock. You can take time off, but no absenteeism is allowed. If everything goes well, your inspection report will be out in about three months."

Zheng Qing secretly calculated in his heart that it was February now and May would be three months later, just before the final exam, time allowed. In addition, working in a laboratory can not only increase your knowledge and experience, but also learn a lot; and it does not sound so unpleasant, but it is quite bluffing.

After all, you can enter a formal laboratory just six months after entering school. When chatting and bragging with friends, you can say that you are also an assistant in a certain laboratory - this kind of statement is much better than being punished for night patrols every Saturday in the last semester.

Therefore, when Professor Monteria took out the short-term contract, Zheng Qing read it carefully and signed it immediately.

After the signing was completed, the contract was distorted in a ball of white light, and in an instant it turned into a badge two fingers wide and one inch long.

The background color of the card is white, with the words 'Montelia Laboratory' written in small letters on the top line, and the title 'Laboratory Assistant' on the lower left side, followed by Zheng Qing's name.

There is no scope of authority, no entry time, and no title for the responsible profession.

Zheng Qing estimated that he should be a handyman assistant in this laboratory.

But the professor's next work arrangement made him doubt his speculation.

"Although your level of magic writing is not high, during the last meeting, I heard Professor Emma mention that you have a good talent in this field."

"In addition, your foundation in talisman science is very solid... which is very good. My laboratory happens to be lacking talents in this area recently."

"Although magic texts and talismans belong to two different disciplines, they are essentially deeply connected."

"The magic text is about studying the consciousness of the world, while the talismans are about studying the origin of the world... You can understand them as the twin flowers blooming on the tree of truth."

"Since you have a good foundation in talismans and a good talent in magic writing, it just so happens that I have a suitable job here for you to complete."

While talking, the professor had already led Zheng Qing to an empty experimental table.

This experimental platform is located near the professor's main experimental platform. There are no other experimental platforms nearby, but there is a tall floor-to-ceiling window not far away. Through the glass window, you can see the eerie silent forest in the distance, and there is no other scenery.

There are no complicated instruments like those on other test benches on the test bench. Instead, there are some heavy tomes and some wrinkled draft papers placed in a messy manner.

Zheng Qing carefully glanced at the drafts. There seemed to be some talisman structures drawn on them, as well as some traces of magic writing.

"You don't need to be so careful. This test bed belongs to you."

Professor Monteria raised his fingers and tapped the table gently. The tabletop immediately took on a new look. The drafts were neatly stacked together, and the large books stood up tremblingly, trying to line up in a neat formation.

Zheng Qing licked his lips and looked around.

"You should first familiarize yourself with the relevant requirements and systems in the laboratory," Professor Monteria didn't pay attention to his little actions at all. He casually pulled out a pamphlet, handed it to Zheng Qing, and ordered:

"You have one hour to familiarize yourself with this booklet. I will assign you a task after one hour. Give me your views and ideas before five o'clock in the afternoon."

Zheng Qing stared blankly at the manuscript in his hand, raised his head and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But looking at the gray-haired professor turning away, he finally closed his mouth and swallowed his saliva.