Monster Hunting High School

The sudden and brief destruction that occurred in the north area of ​​Beta Town did not cause a single ripple on the First University campus.

On the one hand, investigators from the Trident Sword or the school working committee did not appear at the scene of the accident; on the other hand, the proud men of heaven who were high in the ivory tower rarely set their sights on that magical depression.

Of course, the more important reason is that before others noticed the 'little' accident, Huanghuali had already pulled out Mr. Wu's projection from the void and used Zheng Qing's silver pocket watch to set the time back a few minutes. .

This kind of backtracking is a 'selective backtracking'. The gentleman only restored the street to its original state. The dead magicians and the vague shadow of the alien god did not come back to life with the sir's magic.

Every time he thought about this, Zheng Qing always felt a burning feeling in his heart.

This feeling became particularly clear when walking in Jiuyou Academy on Monday morning.

Because he felt extremely hypocritical.

He could run around for the life and death of a few elves, but after the several magicians who died in front of him, he couldn't feel any grief - so much so that he doubted whether his husband had done anything when repairing his body. .

It's just that after adjusting the time, the husband left directly without giving the boy a chance to ask more questions.

This made him increasingly frustrated.

"It's not your fault," Jiang Yu whispered to comfort the boy before leaving last night: "When they used sacrificial magic, they had already accepted the possible consequences... Any sacrifice comes with a price."

This little bit of comfort is like the only remaining plum in the desert when one is hungry and thirsty. It keeps the mouths of the young public-sponsored students alive and prevents them from losing their lives under the attack of heat and thirst.

Therefore, the first time he saw Jiang Yu in the spells class on Monday morning, Zheng Qing had a bright smile on his face, as if he was relieved. This smiling face made the witch a little confused.

"Is my hairstyle ridiculous today?" She touched her bun, turned her head and asked Li Meng in a low voice.

Today, Jiang Yu did not simply let her long hair hang down as usual, but spent some time combing a variant of the crown braid - a hairstyle with shawls on both sides and a crown braid in the hair.

This hairstyle is delicate yet a bit pure, and it perfectly sets off her delicate makeup and fair neck. In order to fix her hairstyle, she also wore an olive branch headband, which added a bit of agility.

"Excellent." Li Meng complimented, and then asked with a somewhat flattering tone: "Cousin...can't you really be more accommodating? I promise to complete my homework this afternoon!"

Jiang Yu glanced at the little witch and told her the answer with her eyes.

Li Meng dejectedly opened the textbook "Standard Spells: First Year of College" and began to mutter about previewing the content of today's upcoming lecture. Because the hand holding the quill was too hard, I accidentally poked several small holes in the textbook.

Zheng Qing also poked several small holes in the paper.

It's just that those holes were not poked in the textbook, but in the Dharma book he borrowed temporarily.

Because his Dharma book was sealed by the 'belt' and the preparatory Dharma book was destroyed during the transcription that night, Zheng Qingcai was surprised to find that he had no Dharma book to use before the spell class on Monday morning.

He had to temporarily borrow a public law book from the library to use.

As we all know, compared with "private customization", another meaning of "public goods" is "poor quality" and "shoddy production". For example, private hospitals vs. public hospitals, private high schools vs. public high schools, private security vs. usss, etc.

The same is true for the public law book in Zheng Qing's hands.

The cover of the yellow deerskin is covered with stains, and it is unclear whether they are stains from dragon's blood ink or a mouthful of phlegm left by a kappa on it; the thin and crispy silkworm paper can only withstand a light and soft small brush. If you use a quill with a slightly harder tip, Writing will definitely leave a few disturbing holes.

Like now.

Zheng Qing held the cheap shorthand pen bought from Green's Grocery Store and looked at the scratched pages of the Dharma book. He turned to look at Xiao Xiao with some uncertainty: "Tell me, will the library let me pay compensation?" ? This Dharma book...it's already very fragile."

Xiao Xiao was tinkering with a report when he heard this and glanced at the Dharma book in the hands of the young public-funded student.

"How fresh," he replied in a calm tone: "I have never heard that if you accidentally poke a hole in a book in the library, you will be compensated. You only need to choose around five o'clock in the afternoon, when the library is busiest to return the book , no one will check page by page.”

This answer is not reassuring.

On the contrary, Zheng Qing felt his hypocrisy more and more.

"I've never been a good student." He muttered to himself, as if it would make him feel better.

Then he looked at the report in Xiao Xiao's hand again.

"What are you writing?" He was a little curious: "I see you have been writing all morning..."

"Meeting report at noon! Don't tell me that you forgot that the Knights of Forgiveness will have a meeting at noon today!" Xiao Xiao replied a little irritably: "Also...if you still remember that you are the leader of the Knights, It’s your responsibility to write this kind of thing yourself!”

The young government-funded student showed a flattering smile on his face, quietly opened his textbook, and pretended to be addicted to studying. Although he was a little ashamed, the entire knights, including the Exoneration Hunting Team, were sympathized with this kind of document-type work. It was handed over to Dr. Xiao Da unannounced. Of course he is no exception.

With the doctor's reminder, Zheng Qing took just five minutes to finish lunch and returned to dormitory 403 early.

Even so, he was almost in last place.

Even the young monk Shi Yuan came earlier than him.

The initiator of the meeting was Lin Guo, but before the meeting started, everyone had other topics to talk about.

For example, congratulations to Senior Colma for becoming a great wizard - this news is still only spread within a small range, but being low-key does not mean that it can be ignored. Any wizard who knows this good news should respond accordingly.

The simplest thing is to give a gift.

"Senior Colma was very interested in the talisman I drew last time, so I plan to give her a special talisman." Zheng Qing quickly decided on his gift - what he didn't tell his friends was, What he planned to give to Kolma was a blood charm.

His husband once sternly warned him that he needed to control the number and frequency of using blood charms.

"I remember there was a dried dragon head at home, the head of a Romanian fire dragon. It was estimated to be three hundred years old." Dylan did not sleep today, but was struggling with what kind of gift he should give to the great wizard: "...if she It would be better if I advanced earlier. I originally had a fan made of Qingluan tail feathers at home, but I had already given it to Miss Su.”

"Li Meng said she baked a box of ginger cookies herself," Fatty Xin scratched his nostrils with a quill and rolled his eyes and said, "I also want to give that kind of simple gift..."

"You can prepare a can of auxin," Xiao Xiao suggested, "I heard that there is a huge demand for amphibians such as frogs in the North District recently, and the auxin will definitely not be enough."

"Frogs ripened by hormones lack time and thickness." Zheng Qing reminded tactfully: "Professor Li talked about this concept in the potions class... The frogs collected in the Gini Cabin are used in magic rituals."