Monster Hunting High School

The setting sun in May passed through the glass window and fell on the desk in dormitory 403.

The dry daisies in the vase lay lifeless in this honey-colored patch of light. The breeze outside the window stirred the fine branches, and the sunlight in the room swayed slightly, like juicy fireflies.

The fat cat's eyes were chasing the shaking light spots on the desk. The sharp weapon between its claws popped out and retracted, retracted and popped out again, looking eager to try.

Fatty Xin stared worriedly at the fat cat on his belly, struggling internally between protecting the robe and being scratched by the cat.

Everyone else in the dormitory was also staring at the few things in front of them, looking extremely focused. Ever since Zheng Qing mentioned Lin Guo's black goat, the atmosphere in the dormitory had cooled down again. This made the young public-funded student I wonder if I have been cursed with some kind of 'cold scene' effect.

A championship-winning hunting team spent a whole week looking for a black goat within a limited range.

Not found.

Everyone in the Exoneration Hunting Team felt ashamed.

Especially when everyone looked at Lin Guo's eyes, which changed from expectation to disappointment, and they were disappointed again and again.

"call!"

Tuantuan finally gave up watching, kicked his limbs hard, jumped up onto the desk, and started chasing those naughty spots. Although the movement when it pounced was extremely small, it still shook the sturdy wooden table a few times. This attracted several concerned looks in the room.

Xiao Xiao seemed to have finally recovered from the loss just now.

He sighed, opened the drawer, took out a roll of parchment tied with a ribbon, and handed it to the young public-funded student's nose.

"I almost forgot," the doctor muttered, pulling off the ribbon on the parchment roll: "...Here, help me sign."

"what?"

"A report and a request for the school's assistance in the investigation."

"The school working committee has refused to help find the sheep," Zheng Qing reminded: "I accompanied Lin Guo to the school working committee's office last week... They said that according to the procedure, pets that have been missing within a month are not eligible for school assistance. Terms.”

Zheng Qing felt angry when he thought of what happened in the office that day.

Shifting the blame, negligent management, and passive coping are probably things that every organization with age and scale will encounter.

"It's not about looking for sheep." Xiao Xiao shook the parchment and found that Zheng Qing had no intention of taking it over, so he spread it out on the desk: "But it is also related to sheep... Have you noticed that in the past week, in the school, The number of students drinking goat milk has increased significantly? This is abnormal.”

Several other people in the dormitory nodded unanimously - except for Dylan, who recently started to like to eat blood-streaked rare beef with the plasma of a young and strong magician.

"What? Did you find anything?" Fatty Xin was keenly aware of the 'elements' behind this matter. He suddenly became energetic and sat up from the bed. He didn't know when he had already grabbed the open notebook and The quill is full of ink.

"No." The doctor glanced at the notebook in the fat man's hand with a sullen face, and said somewhat gloomily: "The consequences of scratching the eyebrows and beard are like a chicken and a dozen eggs. Our main focus should be on Lin Guo's Dahei..."

Zheng Qing feels that there is no direct connection between eyebrows and beards and chickens and eggs, but this does not mean that he opposes the doctor's opinion. He also feels that his recent preference for drinking goat's milk is a bit strange.

Contrary to him, Fatty Xin put forward a different point of view out of the harshness of a reporter.

"If I remember correctly, the school has not issued any health risk warnings recently." He quickly looked through the notebook in his hand, and a certain part of it was filled with various announcements, notices, etc. issued by the school: "...is this... Does it mean the situation is under control?”

"Just in case." Xiao Xiao seemed extremely cautious in this matter: "What if the school really didn't notice this abnormality... That would be terrible."

"I'm very suspicious." It's not that Zheng Qing doubted Xiao Xiao's approach, but he suddenly remembered what happened when he and Lin Guo went to the school working committee to apply for investigation, and couldn't help but say sarcastically:

"First University is like a giant, or a brontosaurus. When an ant bites his toe, it may not notice it, and it may take a month to react."

"Indeed." Fatty Xin couldn't help laughing.

"If there is still room in your investigation report, can you add a little bit of my opinion?" Zheng Qing stretched his neck, glanced at the huge blank space under the investigation report on the table, and began to describe to the doctor how the school working committee was slow and bureaucratic. There was a strong style issue - he had been looking for an opportunity to complain.

"Hmm... ok." Xiao Xiao reluctantly nodded, but emphasized: "It's just adding it, I don't know if it will have any effect... It is very likely that the student union has the same style."

Zheng Qing curled his lips indifferently.

"Without expectations, there is no need to be disappointed." His tone was relaxed and his attitude was also very relaxed: "This is called hunting rabbits in the grass. If you catch a rabbit, you will earn it... Besides, someone has to say something, right?"

"Are you looking for someone to sign? How many people have you found?" Fatty Xin flipped through the parchment report, quickly signed it, pushed the report in front of Zheng Qing, and turned to look at Xiao Xiao: "Do you need my help?"

The journalist classmates have extensive connections and everyone knows this.

"No, thank you." Xiao Xiao watched Zheng Qing sign the signature and then motioned to the elves to send it to classmate Dylan's coffin. At the same time, he explained: "Just ask the classmates for help during the regular meeting in the evening... …I just need a minimum number of people.”

According to the school's regulations, an application requesting the school's assistance in investigation needs to be signed by more than thirty students before it will be accepted by the student union or professors' joint meeting.

Xiao Xiao has already collected more than ten signatures.

"It's really not difficult." Zheng Qing nodded.

Because of this incident, before the regular meeting in the evening, everyone in dormitory 403 went to the classroom half an hour earlier than usual. Everyone was looking for someone to chat with in the classroom, trying to get the students to sign the parchment before the professor came in.

Basically no one would refuse such a favor at no cost.

Perhaps only Li Meng would ask Zheng Qing to buy her an ice cream cone before signing. Zheng Qing promised well on the surface, turned around and complained to Jiang Yu, and then smiled as he watched Jiang Yu pinch the little witch's face.

The good name is that it allows classmate Li Meng to understand in advance that the world is difficult and people's hearts are sinister.

Speaking of people's hearts, Zheng Qing paid special attention to Matthew Cullen because of the previous chat in the dormitory. Sure enough, the normally graceful nobleman under the moon appeared a little sluggish today, and his eyes were a little dark. It seems that Sir Friedman's loss of power has affected this young vampire of the Cullen family.

It's sad.