Monster Hunting High School

Many times, people participate in the process of history unconsciously and create major historical events.

Many times, great changes happen right next to you. Before you know it, history has taken a big step forward silently. And when you suddenly look back, you will deeply realize your ignorance and powerlessness.

All people can feel is the shock caused by the footsteps of history.

For the long history, every step forward takes several years, ten years, or even hundreds of years. But it only takes a day or two for its footsteps to fall and make people feel the tremors.

Nothing really changed in a couple of days.

They will only be engraved in the long river of history as traces of change, turning into profound footprints for future generations to pay tribute to.

In the second semester of the 2008-2009 school year, the eleventh week after the school started, some sensitive historians and fortune tellers faintly felt the mighty yet small tremor. They dropped the yellowed ancient scrolls at their hands, burned the white bone fragments and tortoise shells in panic, and stared at the crystal ball until their eyes and crystal ball turned red, but found nothing.

This is not surprising.

Because the world still appears so stable and orderly, without any depression before the storm.

This week, the hunting groups of the Wizarding World are still hunting indigenous gods in the New World; the exploration teams of the Wizarding World roam the depths of the starry sky to communicate with different civilizations; the nine Four Seasons of the Wizarding World are still bustling with people and a large number of people. Magic materials and alchemical products are traded and redeemed between different entities. The new wizard robes and the new version of the book make the young wizards smile.

This week, deep in the silent forest on Phuket Island, two mice are melting the first brass ingot to make the body of a god with the help of an imprisoned doctor; the wandering wizard and Duke Milton are in the top box of the bar They had a long conversation all night, coordinating the steps of the Moon Parliament and the Dark Parliament as they danced together; there was also a tabby cat with yellow and white fur, squatting on a dusty bookshelf, watching quietly through the dirty glass window. Looking out the window at the winding and deep streets.

This week, at First University, a little witch who likes to faint fainted again. It is said that this time it seems to be due to anemia; the student union organized an informal hearing to discuss whose relationship between the two publicly funded students There were more mistakes, but there was a big quarrel; there was also an old student who had repeated a grade twice, and with the encouragement of his girlfriend, he was trying to muster the courage to face the isolation common to both colleges.

"They can never isolate someone who is willing to open their heart," Liu Feifei whispered in Nicholas' ear as she accompanied him into the teaching building: "Smile to every classmate who is willing to smile at you, and smile to every student who pretends to be Smile at your classmates who cannot see you... If you are warm, others will not feel cold when they are close to you. "

The hot breath blowing from the witch's lips brushed against his ears, making Nicholas feel a little itchy in his heart.

He twisted around uneasily, and happened to see Zheng Qing walking nearby with a bunch of textbooks in his arms and a gloomy expression. He lowered his head and glanced at the witch beside him. The witch blinked and silently encouraged him.

Nicholas took a breath and tried to greet Zheng Qing in a lighter voice: "How did the hearing go? I heard Feifei said that you performed well at the hearing..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt the soft flesh on his waist being twisted by a pair of slender fingers, and he suddenly gasped.

The witch was annoyed by the boy's silly questions, while the wizard didn't know what he said wrong.

He is obviously very sincere.

Zheng Qing, who was originally depressed by the noisy voices at the hearing, couldn't help but twitch his lips and smiled after hearing Nicholas' awkward and stiff way of greeting him: "Then she must not have told you that I was Strikeout."

He was referring to the incident in which he went beyond the scope of his speech during the first round of questioning and was deprived of the right to answer questions by the presidium. But obviously, Nicholas did not understand the sports jokes Zheng Qing used to ridicule himself.

"Strike out... out?" Nicholas repeated the word blankly, looking at Liu Feifei in confusion, not knowing what to say next.

The witch sighed slightly, then put on a smile and looked at Zheng Qing: "It doesn't matter, it's just an informal hearing... According to the senior students in the student union, the student union probably just wants to find a reason to let Alpha's people Sit down and have a chat with Jiuyou to see if we can ease the tension between the two parties.”

Is there such a reason? !

Hearing this, Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment before he suddenly realized. No wonder the hearing was rushed and did not allow for a deeper, more direct debate between him and Soprano. But he doesn't think the hearing will do much good to the tension between the two colleges.

"It is impossible to alleviate it. There is no way to alleviate it this semester. Just like today's meeting, the two sides did not take out the Dharma books to fight. It is already because Augustus and Lei Zhe were present to suppress it." Zheng Qing said, sweeping He glanced at Nicholas: "Unless they reach a consensus on something, they can barely have a conversation..."

Nicholas was not stupid. He immediately understood the implication of Zheng Qing's words, and the expression on his face suddenly became much more depressed.

From the current point of view, it seems that this is the 'consensus' that he is disliked by both Jiuyou and Alpha. Liu Feifei obviously noticed this, showing a hint of uneasiness.

"This afternoon is Lao Yao's 'Magic Philosophy'. Why did you bring a textbook on Yurenyu?" She looked at the textbooks in Zheng Qing's arms and tried to change the topic to a lighter topic.

Hearing this, Zheng Qing sighed deeply.

"My brain is screwed up," he said sarcastically to himself, while explaining: "I don't know what I was thinking about this morning, but I always thought that this afternoon was a fish-man language class... so I brought the wrong book."

While talking, the three of them had already reached the corner of the second floor. At the corner, a stone sculpture holding a sword in both hands looked at every student passing by expressionlessly. Among the portraits of famous alumni hanging on the wall, an old wizard was taking a nap with his head hanging down.

"Classmate Zheng Qing?" A sudden voice interrupted the chat between the three young wizards.

Zheng Qing heard the reputation and went away.

He saw a tall witch in red robes greeting him with a smile. She looked familiar, but for a moment, Zheng Qing couldn't remember where he had seen her.

Fortunately, the witch didn't let him think about it carefully.

"I am also an assistant in Professor Monteria's laboratory. Have you finished the rune analysis that the professor asked you to complete some time ago? Why haven't I seen you in the laboratory in the past two weeks?" Witch Balabala quickly explained her purpose.

Zheng Qing showed a bitter look.

"Well, I have asked for leave from the professor. I have other things to do in the past two weeks, so I may not be able to go to the laboratory..." Thinking of Professor Monteria's stern face, and thinking that I had not gone to the laboratory for three consecutive weeks, The young public-funded student couldn't help but feel guilty: "You can ask other assistants to help with the rune analysis. I'm sorry."