Monster Hunting High School

Zheng Qing is not sure whether he is the luckiest hunter.

But he was very convinced that if his classmates knew that he was really capable of opening a hole in a great wizard, he would not be able to be clean for at least two months.

So he kept winking at Fatty Xin, gesturing for him to help change the topic. The fat wizard lived up to his expectations and immediately reached out to grab Downton, who continued to lean forward.

"Master monitor!"

The fat wizard took out a piece of crumpled parchment from nowhere and flicked it in Downton's ear: "You can help me look at something. That Thursday..."

"You can't choose a class on Thursday afternoon, right?"

Downton tilted his head and said what he had not yet said for Xin, then turned to look at the other two wizards in the corner: "...can't you choose either?"

Xiao Xiao finally took his head out of his notebook, adjusted his glasses, and nodded silently.

Can't choose a class?

This was the first time Zheng Qing heard such words, and he couldn't help scratching his head. He had indeed put a lot of thought into selecting courses in the past few days, but until now, his class schedule had not been approved by Lao Yao, so naturally he didn't know What can't be chosen in the course selection?

He curiously took over the crumpled parchment from the fat wizard - this is the 'class schedule' that every student will receive when registering for reporting. Under normal circumstances, students only need to fill in their favorite courses when choosing courses. Just make sure it's within the corresponding time period of the class schedule - it's hard for Zheng Qing to understand that in just one afternoon, the fat man could turn the class schedule into this.

It is also a talent.

He tried to smooth out the crumpled parchment, then dipped his quill in ink, thought for a while, and tried to write the words 'magical biology' in the space for Thursday afternoon.

It’s just that I can’t write the first word ‘魔’.

Zheng Qing felt as if the tip of the quill pen was scratching on smooth oil paper covered with wax. After the ink gushes out, it is quickly sucked back by the tip of the pen. However, there is no such problem in other areas of the class schedule.

Fatty Xin had been carefully staring at Zheng Qing's quill. After confirming that he couldn't choose a class, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly grabbed his class schedule. At the same time, he muttered: "Scared me... you Even if you fill it in casually, don't fill in 'Magical Biology', it's not like you don't know..."

He suddenly realized that Downton was still there, and it seemed inappropriate to talk about 'Lecturer Gan Ning', so he quickly shut up. Fortunately, Downton's attention was still on Zheng Qing's inability to choose classes, and he did not notice the fat wizard's little gaffe.

"This is not your problem."

Downton sighed heavily - Zheng Qing was glad that his attention had been diverted from the big demon - and stretched his hand around the classroom: "Everyone, I mean our astronomy 08- Everyone in Class 1 cannot be selected for the class on Thursday afternoon... I have inquired, and there are no other second-year classes at Jiuyou Academy, other grades in the academy, and several other colleges in the school. this problem."

Thursday afternoon is a required public class. Ever since I was a freshman, the courses at this time have seemed a bit tasteless. On the one hand, the courses arranged by the school for this time period seem to be "not very important." On the other hand, this course The course is compulsory for everyone.

For example, in the first semester of the freshman year, the school arranged life classes to teach everyone how to use magic to wash clothes, clean, tidy up the room, etc.; in the second semester of the freshman year, all the students of Jiuyou College were assigned to use the common language of fish people, because Lin Zhong Lake Taking up a large area of ​​​​the school, all nine people will inevitably deal with those smelly aquatic creatures during their college years.

However, in Zheng Qing's impression, the old professor named Garcia who taught Yuren language was always clean and had no odor, which left a very deep impression on him.

In the first semester of his sophomore year, this class became 'Career Planning'. Every class taught everyone some very reasonable nonsense, so that at the end of the semester, Zheng Qing didn't have much impression on this class - —Well, maybe the groggy heads in class were his most profound impression.

When I was sorting out the class schedule a few days ago, the boy was still regretting in his heart. If he had been allowed to take electives in the previous semesters, he would definitely have chosen more important courses worth three credits instead of taking only two credits. It's a waste of time to take courses with useless credits. If he takes a three-credit course, he can earn three more credits in one and a half years, which means he can take one less major course this semester.

I just didn’t expect that his ‘never forgetting’ would actually ‘echo’ in such a strange way.

"Is the course selection system malfunctioning?"

Zheng Qing's first thought was that Lao Yao was busy with the laboratory and dealing with relevant departments, so he forgot to register for Astronomy Class 08-1, which made his tone sound a little guilty when he asked.

"uncertain."

Downton touched his chin, with a trace of distress on his face: "I went to the office to see Lao Yao in the afternoon, but the doorman wouldn't let me in, saying that the professor was meeting with important guests..."

At this time, Zheng Qing felt more and more guilty. He couldn't help lowering his head and began to fiddle with the quill on the table. Xiao Xiao immediately noticed something unusual about him and narrowed his eyes silently.

"...I remember that you two have a lot of connections in school, and I thought you knew something about the situation." Downton picked up Zheng Qing's other quill, combed the feathers on it, and shook his head: "Actually, I came here to tell you something. One thing is to ask this, but it seems that there is no need to ask... By the way, what did you use when you dealt with that dark wizard..."

"Old Yao is here!

! "

The scream of the little stick figure behind the door broke the noise in the classroom.

Downton, who originally planned to discuss the details of the battle deep in the Silent Forest with Zheng Qing, sighed in disappointment and reluctantly returned to his seat.

The circle of people gathered around Li Meng instantly dispersed. The little witch immediately folded her arms on the desk and sat upright.

Soon, Lao Yao pushed open the door and walked in.

But he is not alone.

Jiang Yu followed him holding a thick stack of materials. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Zheng Qing always felt that the witch had been looking at him with a strange look after entering the door, and she didn't even avoid anyone.

"Have you made any new progress with the squad leader?"

Fatty Xin tried his best to tilt his head back, moved his lips slightly, and winked, as if he had caught big news. This made Zheng Qing realize that what he just saw was not an illusion.

"Sit down!"

The young public-funded student felt guilty and kicked the stool in front of him to keep the big head away from him. But he could kick Xin's stool, but he couldn't control the necks of other people in the class. Although he didn't count carefully, Zheng Qing felt that the heads of at least half of the people in the class were quietly turning between him and Jiang Yu. turn to.

This weird atmosphere even attracted Lao Yao's attention.