Monster Hunting High School

Dr. Duzem’s reminder is very pertinent. 【】

On Monday night, Zheng Qing once again fell into a nightmare in his sleep.

So much so that during the divination class on Tuesday morning, he had to wear two huge bags under his eyes while trying to keep up with Professor Yi's lectures.

But this is ultimately in vain.

As the most logical and computational course among all university courses, Zheng Qing cannot expect that the divination class can be mastered by practicing diligently like the spell class, nor can he expect this class to be mastered without studying like the talisman class. Lock in the perfect score at the end of the semester.

He only hopes that he can reach the average level of the class in this course. No matter how bad it is, he will reluctantly accept it if he can pass.

However, the words in the professor's mouth are so difficult.

If your mind wanders even a little bit, the rest of the course will become an incomprehensible bible, like a quantum key added to it.

This has resulted in many students in the class wandering between being confused and bewildered. Some have given up on treatment and are staring blankly at the blackboard, spending their time feeding bugs - only a few of them can wake up. Keep up with the pace of professors' lectures, such as Liu Feifei, the top student of the college.

This does not include Zheng Qing.

Although he is also a government-funded student, compared with the chief student who works hard and holds textbooks twenty hours a day, he can simply be called a public-funded student.

Zheng Qing rubbed his tense face, and he very much doubted that the school's general cleaning yesterday had not cleaned up the lazy ones squirming around in the campus, otherwise his time would not always be short of minutes and seconds.

Thinking of this, the young public-funded student couldn't help but rub his ears again.

He found nothing except rubbing his ears till they turned red.

On the podium, the thin professor was holding a three-foot-long thin bamboo pole and folding his arms. His voice was flat and without any fluctuation, as if he was reciting a hypnotic spell.

Zheng Qing took a deep breath, changed his sitting position, turned his attention to the professor's face, and tried to concentrate.

This method is very effective, and there is no sudden loss of his time.

But this approach is very easy for people to lose focus.

The professor's cheekbones were very low, and there was no trace of stubble on his narrow chin, only a few deep wrinkles. The sparse hair could not cover his shiny scalp, nor could it cover his broad forehead.

The professor's eyes are very small and always give people the impression of squinting. His thin body is wearing a large black robe, and he looks like a giant monkey.

Horse monkey.

Zheng Qing held back a chuckle.

Dr. Xiao Da, who was sitting next to him, glanced at him, curled his lips, and said nothing.

Zheng Qing's laughter was so sudden in the quiet classroom that even Professor Yi stopped teaching and glanced at him.

The tip of the bamboo whip he held in his arms was trembling slightly, as if he was ready to try.

The public-sponsored students immediately buried their heads in the "Basic Easy Learning·First Year of College" on the desk and remained motionless.

Then, for the first time, he noticed that the author of the book was Yi Jiazi.

Yi Jiazi is Professor Yi’s name.

On the podium, the professor did not pursue Zheng Qing's misconduct, but restarted the chanting ritual of the hypnotic spell. But Zheng Qing still didn't dare to raise his head.

He lowered his head, his thoughts wandering, and soon returned to the first divination class.

That was the easiest divination class he had ever taken - at least in that class, he understood every word the professor said.

After half a class of freshmen introduced themselves, the professor stood on the podium and began to lecture in a thick nasal voice:

"I am your Divination teacher, you can just call me Professor Yi."

The bamboo whip in his hand whirred in the air, and he hit the desk in front of him hard.

The elves at the top of the blackboard had experienced enough to plug their ears in advance, covered their heads with translucent wings, and looked at the frightened young wizards under the podium with smiles.

“My teaching style is very traditional!”

"There is no knowledge that a whip cannot teach. If you whip a few more times, you will understand everything!"

"Don't talk about rights and freedoms in my class!"

"If you don't want to listen to the class, go out!"

"In my class, you can choose to be whipped by my whip and move forward, or you can choose to be dropped by me and choose a kind teacher to teach you again!"

"But I believe that there is no better professor of divination than me in the entire First University."

Under the podium, the young wizards from Astronomy Class 08-1 stared at the bamboo whip in the professor's hand with trepidation, fearing that the grumpy 'little old man' would slap him across the face.

Although he is called the little old man in private, Professor Yi Jiazi is actually not old.

He is very young, not tall, and somewhat hunched. He has a typical Asian face. He looks like he is in his early twenties. He is not much older than Zheng Qing and the others, but he has yellow skin and premature aging. The crown of his head seriously affected his appearance, giving him a somewhat premature aging temperament and making him look dozens of years older than his actual age.

Maybe the professor wanted to appear more mature and dignified.

The ocher-yellow bamboo whip helped him achieve his goal very effectively.

In Professor Yi's class, even though he is as lively as Li Meng and as active as Fatty Xin, he is honest and well-behaved, and does not dare to go beyond the rules.

"The so-called divination is not about seeing the trajectory of fate from the crystal ball as in the legend, nor is it about judging the future of events based on the cracks in a tortoise shell, nor is it about relying on the seventy-eight tarot cards to explain your life."

Seemingly satisfied with the performance of all beings, Yi Jiazi's expression softened slightly, and the nasal sound in his voice became much more generous.

Elena raised her chin seemingly dissatisfied.

The professor didn't feel dissatisfied, he just nodded slightly to the gypsy witch, and then continued to outline the instructions to the young wizards in a calm tone:

"Divination is a rigorous science."

“We don’t rely on guesswork to determine, we rely on calculation to measure.”

"Everyone's life is determined. If you want to see a person's life clearly, you have to see whether you can control his life."

“Having full and complete information…not just dominance as most people understand it.”

"If you know a person's personality, a person's preferences, and the resources a person has access to, then you can easily judge what kind of judgment the person will make under a condition. This judgment combines whether he Will you be angry when making judgments, will you be biased when making judgments, and will you compromise when making judgments?”

"All these judgments will lead to a certain result."

"Life is a process composed of countless judgments and a unique combination of countless results."

"Different judgments will lead to different results and create different lives; countless judgments will be intertwined with each other to form this magical world."

"Different lives, different worlds, different dimensions."

"The truth is hidden in it."