Monster Hunting High School

In the end, Zheng Qing did not set off a great identity revolution in the elf world.

He also failed to get the gypsy witch out of the international students' dormitory.

Therefore, after patrolling on Saturday night, he did not go back to the dormitory to rest. Instead, he went straight to Shushan Hall and sat at the desk where he was tutoring Elena, praying that he could see that beautiful figure here.

Perhaps because he fell asleep during the prayer, perhaps because his prayers were not so formal, God gave up on this hypocrite in anger.

From morning to afternoon, Zheng Qing's eyes were dim while sleeping, half of his body was numb, and he didn't even have a good meal. But people were coming and going in Shushan Pavilion, but the witch never appeared.

Time passes minute by minute.

The hour and minute hands of the clock have met and crossed more than ten times.

It seemed that just in the blink of an eye, the sky darkened.

Today is Sunday, according to Lao Yao's rules, there will be a regular class meeting in the evening.

The young public-funded student who had gained nothing looked at the increasingly green sky outside the window, sighed deeply, finally stood up, and left sadly with a tired mood.

The classroom where the class meeting is held is located in 601 East of the Main Building, and it is also the classroom where spells classes are held on weekdays.

When Zheng Qing arrived, it was almost seven o'clock, and most of the students were seated. Because Professor Yao hadn't come yet, the classroom was filled with a noisy atmosphere.

Pushing open the classroom door, the young public-funded student lowered his head and ran straight to the back row of the classroom. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the burgundy, blurry shadow behind the desks against the wall, and there seemed to be a lingering shadow on the tip of his nose. Intense fragrance.

His eyelids felt astringent.

"Why are you here so late!" Fatty Xin raised his arms, waved vigorously, and greeted him carelessly.

"Reading in Shushan Hall is too much." Zheng Qing muttered, sat down on the empty seat next to Xiao Xiao, and sighed deeply.

"The person is over there," Xiao Xiao trembled his lips and said in a small voice, "Aren't you going to do something?"

Zheng Qing slapped his head on the desk.

"Not in the mood." He hummed in a muffled voice.

"I remember you said that you don't want to regret today's inability to move forward in the future." Xiao Xiao's voice was a little louder. Fatty Xin's ears in the front row twitched and his head tilted back.

Zheng Qing took a deep breath and still did not raise his head.

"Some people and some things, if you miss them, you can never go back." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, hesitated for a few seconds, and added: "Unless you can surpass the realm of the great wizard, maybe you can still reverse the time. Lines, opportunities to regret across time and space.”

"What is the realm beyond the great wizard?" Zheng Qing raised his head, curious.

"Is this the point?!" Xiao Xiao's eyes twitched.

Fatty Xin's shoulders shook violently.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang on the classroom door, interrupting Zheng Qing's thoughts and shocking the already noisy classroom.

Professor Yao raised one hand in the air and was still pushing the door open, but judging from his dull expression, it was obvious that he was also startled by the loud noise.

The whole classroom was silent.

"Go to court...!" The stick figure behind the door screamed at the top of his lungs: "Mighty... mighty...!"

"Noisy." The expression on Lao Yao's face finally calmed down. He grabbed his pipe and knocked on the piece of paper, laughing and scolding: "Is it your fault?"

"It's unjust, sir, I'm unjust..." The simple figure howled in a high-pitched voice, rolling on the paper.

The classmates burst into laughter.

Lao Yao didn't speak anymore, just smiled, shook his head, and strode onto the podium.

"It's always so energetic." Zheng Qing held his chin and watched the little man get up and sit cross-legged in the corner of the white paper. He also put his hat on the ground and turned it upside down, like a beggar starting to work.

"That's not vitality... that's called madness." Xiao Xiao hummed: "If you can only stay on a piece of paper every day, maybe you will be crazier than it."

Zheng Qing thought about those restrained and boring days, shuddered immediately, and quickly drove those negative emotions out of his mind.

Then he noticed a detail.

"Who drew a hat for him!" The young public-funded student stared at the simple convex hat on the white paper and bumped Dr. Xiao next to him with his elbow.

"I don't know... maybe it's a kind-hearted lady." Xiao Xiao's lips twitched and warned: "If you don't want to be called up by Lao Yao to recite your 'weekly life report,' then shut up!"

Zheng Qing swallowed and glanced at the podium guiltily.

I don’t know which senior had the bad idea. The school seems to think that letting students take simple life notes every day and then compile them into a book can effectively train their mental qualities.

As a result, Jiuyou College resolutely implemented the school's suggestion.

Every Sunday at the regular class meeting, Lao Yao would ask students to hand in their notes for the week - if a student's performance was 'beyond' his expectations, he would also ask the student to stand on the podium with a smile. Emotional recitation of my daily routine.

"This week is the last Sunday in September." On the podium, Professor Yao's deep and powerful voice slowly sounded: "It has been a month since you entered First University."

“Everyone should have gained something, more or less.”

"Maybe it's a spell, maybe it's a potion, maybe it's a few talismans, a few magic words... Of course, it could also be friendship or love."

The classroom suddenly became agitated with some uneasiness.

Everyone is communicating something with vague but clear eyes.

"I'm very happy to see you working hard to grow on this campus."

"I also very much hope that you can maintain this positive and enterprising spirit in the coming days and go further on your own road."

Zheng Qing's ears automatically filtered out Lao Yao's official clichés.

He lowered his head and copied the binding spell over and over again in his Dharma book, using his mental fatigue to relieve the anxiety deep in his heart.

I do not know how long it has been.

Until Xiao Xiao tugged his arm.

"What?" Zheng Qing turned his head in surprise.

"Listen carefully," Xiao Xiao motioned him to look at the podium: "Old Yao is starting to talk about next week's work arrangements."

"What's there to listen to..." Zheng Qing muttered: "The class schedule is fixed...it's the same old talk every week."

Then Professor Yao's next words made him widen his eyes in surprise.

"Next Monday, we will hold the opening ceremony."

"The location is in the first hall... Does anyone know where the first hall is?"

Everyone shook their heads quickly.

"The talisman class on Monday afternoon will be cancelled. As usual, we will arrange for you to make up for this talisman class in the practical class on Friday afternoon... Please note clearly on your class schedule... I will discuss the specific matters of the opening ceremony in I’ll inform Downton and Jiang Yu after the charms class tomorrow morning... Do you have any other questions?”

"Professor, why are the opening ceremonies held so late!"

"Who is in charge, is it the principal?"

"There is actually a special opening ceremony... I thought the old man had already held one for us after we got off the plane."

For a time, many people were discussing this topic, and the classroom suddenly fell into chaos.

"Quiet!!" The pipe in Lao Yao's hand hit the table hard.

The classroom immediately returned to its original calm.

"Since there are no other questions, let's adjourn the meeting!"

"be safe!"

The classroom immediately resounded with the sound of tables, chairs and benches being moved.

"Zheng Qing, please stay for a moment." Old Yao snapped his fingers and stopped the public-funded student who had just stood up.

After several companions sent their most sincere blessings with their eyes, they quickly disappeared into the classroom.

"I have a few things to inform you." Lao Yao bit his pipe, pressed his shoulder with one hand, walked out with him, and said slowly:

"At the opening ceremony tomorrow, someone from the Wizarding Alliance may come to give you an award to commend your outstanding performance in the Four Seasons... You have to be mentally prepared. If you speak then, don't be too nervous."

"Also, the results of your physical examination at the school hospital have come out. Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, we will take time to discuss this issue... As I said, your head disease is a big trouble."

"But it doesn't matter. This is the First University after all. There is no problem that we can't solve..."