Monster Hunting High School

Sunday.

February 28th, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

This day is not only the last day of the first week of school, but also the last day of February, and it is also the Lantern Festival (Lantern Festival). With the blessing of many factors, it seems that even if this day is a little dull, it will not be worth the hard work of Mr. Calendar.

According to the old lunar calendar, today is a good day to travel, pray for blessings, and offer sacrifices; it is forbidden to get married.

Fortunately, Zheng Qing doesn't need to marry anyone today, so he doesn't have many taboos.

The good news is that there is no custom of giving gifts during the Lantern Festival.

Therefore, Zheng Qing does not need to rack his brains to think about how many people he should give gifts to, what specific gifts to give, how much is appropriate for each person, etc.

Therefore, after morning class today, he rarely had time to take a nap.

The bad news is that Zheng Qing has accumulated unfinished homework for a week and needs to work hard to finish it today, otherwise tomorrow will be a new week and there will be new unfinished homework.

Considering that he had homework for a total of twenty-eight courses, you can imagine how restless he was when he returned to his home.

After forcing himself to lie on the bed with his eyes closed for half an hour, he finally gave up struggling and climbed up pathetically. At this time, Xiao Xiao had already gone to the library, and Fatty Xin hadn't gotten up yet. The three elves in the sunflower tray stayed in their cocoons as always, and Fat Cat Tuantuan was catching a blue paper crane on the balcony.

Zheng Qing squeezed into the balcony listlessly and snatched the overly lively paper crane from the cat's claws.

"What's the matter?" the fat man asked in a daze.

"Dylan said he would go back to school tonight and asked us not to sleep too much." Zheng Qing muttered, folded the paper crane again and threw it to Tuantuan. It's a pity that the opened paper crane has lost its mysterious charm. The fat cat lost interest in it, twisted his butt and answered the desk, continuing to stare at the elves in a daze.

"Are you going to the library?" The fat man on the bed seemed to be talking in his sleep, his voice seemed hollow and ethereal.

Zheng Qing took out his textbooks and lecture notes from the gray cloth bag, one after another, until he took out twenty-eight books and stacked them together like a small mountain, making people feel desperate just looking at them.

"No, public places are too dangerous."

The young public-funded student slumped his shoulders and looked at the hill. His voice sounded weak due to despair: "There are too many homeworks. I don't have time to play house with those devils!"

Compared with the lessons he took yesterday, the little moves of the devils in the Seven Deadly Sins were indeed like playing house.

The last class last night was the 'Albusto Conjecture', which is a very famous conjecture among the Dimensionists, related to the forbidden curse. The general content is that according to this conjecture, the path for the convergence of the forbidden curse in the magical world should only be forty to forty to Fifty, but on the surface there are only six ways that have been explored. Therefore, studying how to explore other ways to converge the forbidden curse and analyzing the methods and methods of the convergence of the forbidden curse is the main content of this lesson.

The teacher of this class is still Bao Yangzi.

It goes without saying that this kind of course will never appear in the official First University syllabus, but is a special course specially developed for special audiences. Therefore, there is no formal teaching material for this course, and even the lecture notes copied by Zheng Qing were placed under a powerful confidentiality spell by Master Baoyangzi, who was strictly prohibited from revealing them to any other existence.

Zheng Qing suspected that if possible, Master Baoyangzi would even build a stainless steel box outside his head to ensure that the possibility of leaks was physically isolated.

He rubbed his sore forehead.

Zheng Qing retracted his thoughts and glanced out the window.

On the grass in the distance, you can vaguely see many figures making paper dragons and paper phoenixes. They should be freshmen who plan to celebrate the Lantern Festival at night.

Mentioned the Lantern Festival.

On this day last year, it was still during the winter vacation, and there was still one week before the start of school. Zheng Qing doesn't have much memory of that day. He only vaguely remembers that the final exam results were released that day, and the school sent students' pets to bring the report cards to the students.

Zheng Qing couldn't remember exactly how Bo Saidong resisted chewing up the report card and bringing it to him. However, he seemed to have bought the little fox one that day and it was spinning and flying around. , the very fragrant little orange lamp made her very happy.

But on the day before the Lantern Festival last year, he was very impressed.

Because that time he and his companions went to the north area of ​​Beta Town, and happened to encounter the black tide of the Silent Forest. The sentinels of the Wild Hunt roared into the formerly peaceful neighborhoods. The wizards in the town joined the magic races such as centaurs and tauren. , jointly resisting the hungry and violent magical beasts, the Exoneration Hunting Team coincided with the meeting and were also temporarily recruited.

Then the battle ended, and Zheng Qing was captured by Su Shijun and taken to Qingqiu Mansion——

The hand on his forehead paused slightly, and the memory in his mind suddenly became clear.

That day, he also mentioned the elf in his conversation with Su Shijun. At that time, those elves had gotten rid of the risk of death after losing their previous host, and the owner of Qingqiu Mansion used the word "lucky" when mentioning this matter.

"Those elves are not in danger. They are very lucky... very lucky to have met you. If it weren't for you, even with the potion prepared by Mr. Duzem using the royal jelly of sand, they would not have survived for such a long time."

These are Su Shijun's original words.

At that time, Zheng Qing's mind was filled with words like "seed" and "witch fetus", so he naturally ignored the profound meaning of this sentence. Thinking about it at this time, I am afraid that the senator of the Yuexia Parliament has already seen through many things.

This is probably what the bystander knows.

Bystander Qing... bystander Zheng Qing... bystander...

Hey!

You look at the scenery on the bridge

People watching the scenery are watching you upstairs

The bright moon decorates your window

You decorate other people's dreams

When this little poem is used here, it unexpectedly gives people a very fitting feeling.

These wandering thoughts flashed through Zheng Qing's mind, and he smiled to himself, looking away from the sunflower pot. In any case, he had made an appointment with Dr. Duzem to meet tonight last night, so naturally he couldn't break the appointment. As the saying goes, stones from other mountains can attack jade. Maybe orthodox alchemy can give him a new and more reasonable explanation.

Thinking of Dr. Duzem, Zheng Qing glanced at Xiao Xiao's bed subconsciously.

After returning to the dormitory last night, he mentioned Dr. Duzem's praise to Dr. Xiao Da, and handed him the laboratory invitation letter written by Dr. Duzem, and reminded him repeatedly that he must give it to him that night or the next day. Give a reply.

It's just that Xiao Xiao doesn't seem to be very interested.

When doing morning lessons this morning, Zheng Qing forgot about this matter, and Xiao Xiao didn't even mention it. At this time, he vaguely saw a corner of the invitation letter on the edge of Xiao Xiao's desk, giving people the feeling of abandoning it like worn out shoes.

He is also a proud guy who gives a lot of trouble.

He sighed deeply and casually pulled out a book from the 'hill' in front of him, intending to finish at least one-third of the homework before noon.

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