Monster Hunting High School

Professor Monteria wasn't the only one who had something wrong.

Ever since news of the Green Dragon's accident broke out in the Silent Forest last weekend, Zheng Qing has paid special attention to the reactions inside and outside the school. But what left him quite speechless was that the whole thing seemed to be living in the report of the Beta Town Post. The Daily Bugle and the Constant were chasing all kinds of rumors like stink flies on weekdays. River Daily and other newspapers, large and small, all kept silent on this matter, as if they were unaware of the murder that took place in the woods.

There was even very little discussion about this matter in Wandering Bar and in various corners of the school. It is understandable that the students reacted slowly to a green dragon that died in the Silent Forest, but why did the dark wizards in the Wandering Bar shut up?

This is not normal.

It’s hard not to think deeply about the school’s speedy and perfunctory handling of crow-related cases.

Zheng Qing had a vague feeling. It seemed that the longer he searched, the thicker the fog in front of him became, leaving him at a loss as to what to do. There are so many clues about the crow that it can almost be woven into a robe, but just a few key buttons are missing, so the robe never takes shape.

"...Have your devil friends not inquired about this recently?"

In the study room on Thursday afternoon, Xiao Xiao was a little annoyed by Zheng Qing's nagging, and finally couldn't help complaining: "If even the devil doesn't care about that green dragon, you really don't need to spend so much time on it. . There are only two weeks until final exam week, and what you should be most concerned about right now is your exam results for nearly thirty courses! "

Thursday afternoon was supposed to be classes at Fringe Academy.

However, due to the fact that the end of the semester was approaching, the Fringe College was busy preparing for the founding ceremony, and the unexpected impact of the experimental accident of the 'Giant Soldier' ​​project, Zheng Qing's class was cancelled. Along with this, the young wizards of Astronomy Class 08-1 who followed him for ‘volunteer service’ also lost their mission.

Then, everyone has an extra afternoon of ‘leisure’.

At this time, it is impossible to have a holiday. It makes no sense for a certain class to have a holiday when the rest of the college is in class. But as the end of the term approaches, there is no need to arrange other volunteer services. After going back and forth, Lao Yao simply let everyone study by themselves.

This is good news for everyone.

"It's not that I put too much thought into this matter."

Hearing the doctor's complaint, Zheng Qing sighed in frustration: "There is a word called 'like stuck in the throat', do you know? Fish bones are stuck in the throat, making people uncomfortable even swallowing... But who can bear it? How many weeks can you live without swallowing? As for those devils, probably because the end of the term is approaching, they have been keeping a low profile recently and no one has held meetings. "

"You can drink some vinegar. Vinegar can soften fish bones." Fatty Xin, who was reviewing the submissions for the school newspaper, gave his suggestion without raising his head: "Or with your physical ability, you can just slit your throat and remove the fish bones." It won’t have much impact if you come out.”

"What he needs is not vinegar, but ginger cat fruit."

Zhang Jixin on the other side repeated his brother's experience with confidence: "My brother said that students who are about to graduate will suffer from such conditions - upset, absent-minded, mentally weak, etc. - the ginger cat fruit is for Prepared at this time.”

The cat fruit here is not the fruit from Zheng Qing's cat fruit tree, but the active ingredient used in many placebos. The ginger color is a sign of maturity. Among them, it is the most widely used demulcent by students. It can be used to calm irritability and help wizards concentrate.

Of course, the most important thing is that this magic potion is not an illegal drug like Hu Meizi dried feces powder. Especially fourth grade students, as long as they go to the school hospital and say a few words that they are "upset" and "can't sleep", they can always get rid of it. Get your satisfying dose.

Listening to these unreliable suggestions, Zheng Qing knew that he could not expect more from his companions.

He sighed again, lowered his head, and rechecked his magic cosmology homework - in dimensional theory, Thomson's atomic model is used to explain the possible shape of the universe. Ask, this universe model is also called () : A, jujube cake model; B, plum pudding model; C, plum pudding model; D, concentric ring model.

Zheng Qing skillfully sketched the three options ‘A, B, and C’.

He was very impressed by this universe model, because in the entire magical cosmology, there seemed to be only one model that used various foods to describe the shape of the universe, which made him very suspicious whether the wizard who originally named this model was a dessert lover.

Xiao Xiao pushed his arm.

"...You reminded me just now when you said 'something's wrong'." The doctor adjusted his glasses and looked curious: "The day before yesterday, you said you wanted to divine something about Professor Monteria. What was the result?"

Fatty Xin and Zhang Jixin both raised their heads and looked at Zheng Qing.

For these young people, daring to 'provoke' a great wizard, no matter what the outcome, is worthy of admiration. This fun is much more interesting than boring assignments or manuscripts.

Zheng Qing drooped his face and said angrily: "Since I am still sitting here in high spirits, naturally there is no result... Do you believe that I have deduced that Professor Monteria is a dead person three times in a row?"

The other three people suddenly laughed.

In everyone's opinion, the only possibility for reaching this absurd conclusion is that Zheng Qing ran into the great wizard's confusion spell while doing divination.

Xiao Xiao wanted to say something, but there was a sudden commotion in the study room.

Several people looked at the place where the commotion occurred.

It was the door to the study room.

There was a strange witch standing at the door, looking around with her head out. She was wearing a black robe, tall, with a lock of silver hair on her forehead, and she exuded an aura that was incompatible with the First University.

Zheng Qing's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

Perhaps he noticed the curious eyes in the room.

The witch simply took a step forward, entered the study room, and said politely: "- I'm looking for Zheng Qing."

The crisp and pleasant voice echoed in the small study room, completely shattering Zheng Qing's last hope. The classmates in the class raised their heads, turned their heads, smiled, and looked at a corner of the room.

Zheng Qing felt that this scene was particularly familiar, as if it was not the first time he had experienced such a thing - and it was indeed the case - almost at the same time when this thought flashed through his mind, the classmate sitting at the door loudly repeated the strange witch's request: "Zheng Qing? Zheng Qing! Someone is looking for you!"

The boy glanced carefully in the direction of Jiang Yu's seat. Thankfully, she didn't turn around like everyone else, and she also stopped Li Meng from joining in the fun.

But Zheng Qing wasn't sure if this was a good thing.