Monster Hunting High School

The next day is Friday.

Early in the morning, Zheng Qing lay down in front of his desk as soon as he got up, observing the status of the three elves who had been smeared with 'hemp essential oil' last night.

After a night of consumption, the clear essential oil turned into a transparent film, wrapping the elf in it like a fetal membrane. If it weren't for the fact that the film was still undulating rhythmically, Zheng Qing would have been unable to hold back and tear it open.

Do not interfere with any magical process at will. This is the basic quality of every wizard.

"No more invisibility charms today?"

Before going out, Xiao Xiao noticed that Zheng Qing was not invisible. He couldn't help adjusting his glasses and hesitated for a few seconds: "I just remembered..."

Tsk!

What a lame and terrible excuse.

"You saw the silk thread, the crystal ball and the old almanac this morning." Zheng Qing glanced at him, tightened the belt on his robe, and said with an unhappy face: "Even if I get beaten, you won't be implicated... You should have more confidence in your divination ability!”

The doctor smiled dryly, but after all, he did not turn around and go back to do what he had 'just forgotten', and silently followed Zheng Qing's footsteps.

Although Zheng Qing was confident on the surface, he felt a little weak in his heart.

My hands never left my pocket.

Fortunately, after a week of intense digestion and a public appearance in class yesterday afternoon, other young wizards in the school showed great tolerance and patience towards Zheng Qing's appearance, and the worst situation he imagined did not occur.

"I heard something in the newsroom."

Before class, Fatty Xin took a stack of parchment and flipped through it quickly while teaching Zheng Qing earnestly: "There are two kinds of wizards in this world, one is the wizard whose existence dominates public opinion, and the other is the wizard whose existence dominates public opinion." . You are obviously the first type of wizard, but you force yourself to live as the second type... I ask you, why bother? "

Zheng Qing frowned, the fried egg sandwich he held in his hand stopped in mid-air, and his cheeks stopped moving.

He always felt that Fatty's words sounded familiar.

"I remember this was not about the relationship between public opinion and wizards."

Xiao Xiao, who has extensive knowledge, immediately questioned: "If I remember correctly, this is a certain conclusion reached by the old-school wizards when they discussed the mutual control of 'soul and body'... The former is the wizard whose soul controls the body and the wizard whose body controls the soul. The external manifestation is self-awareness and self-discipline, while the latter appears externally as ignorance and loss of control.”

Zheng Qing suddenly realized.

He remembered that he had read this in a book when he was temporarily staying at Qingqiu Mansion some time ago. Because it was not long before the winter vacation when he had faced many fallen wizards, that sentence stayed with him. Very impressed.

He shook his head, took another bite of the omelette sandwich, turned the Beta Town Post to the last page, and glanced at the titles of several articles.

As expected.

Just like the dozens of pages of other newspapers he had read this morning.

The content of the report includes discussing the secret lover of a well-known witch, discussing the meaning of the Fringe Academy logo, criticizing the new law passed by Dan Hager, analyzing the impact of the Northern District wizards on the alliance's labor market, and Martin Toll Company. There are advertisements for the newly launched Alchemy Chef showing all the elements, there is a spring haute couture battle between Green Spun and Fluttering the Floor, and there is even a report on the first class of the youngest teaching assistant at First University yesterday afternoon, etc.

Only there was no news of death.

The senior student from Starry Sky Academy who died unexpectedly in an unknown corner of an unknown new world seemed like the snow that melted in the corner of the campus when early spring was about to seep into the soil silently.

After the sun rose, even the last trace of his existence - the water-stained shadow - was quickly evaporated and completely forgotten by everyone except his relatives.

"If you don't give up, I can also help you find a copy of the "Daily Bugle" or "Ganges Daily" or "Ms. Dodo"...as long as you don't mind the trouble." The fat wizard said he had just 'examined' The school newspaper submissions were crumpled into a ball and stuffed into his pocket, with a surprisingly tolerant attitude.

"No need." Zheng Qing muttered, sighed softly, and threw the paper bags and cups left after breakfast into the trash can not far away.

Turning to look out the window, the golden sunshine enveloped the entire school. The sky and the earth looked so clean. Everything was no different from yesterday or tomorrow.

Then he withdrew his gaze and looked at his two companions: "I have to hurry up after class to take... that kind of class... so I leave it to you to consult Professor Tesla."

Although he lacks the genius inspiration of Dr. Duzem, Professor Tesla is after all a very authoritative alchemist master and can give the three elves enough sound advice.

"You have emphasized this eight times, Mr. Teaching Assistant!" The fat wizard glanced at him speechlessly.

"Have it?"

Zheng Qing rubbed his forehead and sighed tiredly: "I know, I'm sorry for being verbose... I think it's probably because of frequent time changes, so I'm a little mentally weak..."

Upon hearing the words 'time shift', the fat wizard immediately moved his attention away from the pieces of parchment.

He hasn't given up on the idea of ​​making some news.

"Actually, I've always been a little bit regretful," Fatty Xin considered the words and tried his best to sound less urgent: "Think about it, why do you, who has the ability to travel in time, have to go to class every day, and more importantly? Time class... this kind of thing is scary enough just on this timeline! "

He lowered his stubby fingers and poked at the table in front of him.

"Hmph." Zheng Qing hummed perfunctorily, cautiously not taking up the topic.

Lao Yao's warning yesterday afternoon still echoed clearly in his ears. He didn't want to be tasked with inspecting a three-foot-long book just after school started.

"I have similar curiosity." Xiao Xiao rarely took off his glasses and looked at Zheng Qing thoughtfully: "...What kind of reason can make you, who is lazy by nature, diligently maintain this kind of preparation? Days of torture?”

Feeling that the topic had been opened up, the fat wizard immediately became excited.

"If it were me," he poked his chest with his backhand, "then the reason must be Councilor Su... But for this scumbag, it will be difficult for him to maintain such motivation with just one or two witches..."

Zheng Qing's eyes twitched.

I really wanted to punch the fat man in front of him in the face.

However, although the fat man's logic was completely wrong, he unexpectedly guessed a completely different result - he did choose such a tortured life because of a heavier responsibility.

He couldn't let these two smart men continue their discussion.