Monster Hunting High School

"Is what they say true?"

"Wha...wha...what?"

Zheng Qing turned around mechanically, with a stiff smile on his face. His brain had started spinning crazily a few minutes ago.

He prayed to the gods and Buddhas for the hundredth time in his heart, hoping that someone could save him from this embarrassing atmosphere. The young public-funded student even prayed to the little stick figure behind the door deep in his heart - even if it screamed!

But the classroom was quiet.

Even the cleaning elves stood on tiptoes and wrapped their wings tightly around their bodies, as if they were afraid of disturbing the two young wizards in the corner of the room.

"Is what they said true?" Elena repeated her question.

She held the pile of reference books in one hand, and grabbed a tuft of her long hair with the other hand, twisting and twisting the ends of her hair into circles one after another.

"Do you really chant my name every day?" the gypsy witch asked with a smile: "You chant my name... are you casting a curse on me?"

"Hehe, ah?" Zheng Qing giggled, then froze, hurriedly waving his hands: "No, absolutely not!"

"No..." Elena curled her lips, showing an expression that was half a smile but not a smile: "It's not true."

"No, it's not." Zheng Qing shook his head again. He wanted to deny some of the witch's wrong feelings, but he also wanted her to know something. He was helpless for a moment and was sweating profusely: "I mean... I mean, yes. of."

"Correct?" Elena suddenly realized: "So, you are casting a curse on me?"

"No, that's definitely not what I meant." Faced with a mess of explanations, Zheng Qing felt a little desperate. Hot blood continued to surge to the top of his head, and the young public-funded student felt that his brain was already boiling: "I mean, what they want to express is right... but I didn't put a curse on you, absolutely not... I just I just talked about it in my spare time.”

After saying these words, Zheng Qing finally felt like he had some clarity.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"I really didn't put a curse on you." The boy emphasized again.

"oh."

"Those guys just love to make a fuss."

"That's it."

"Yeah, hehe."

The conversation finally seemed to be lighter.

Zheng Qing felt relieved.

But as both of them shut up, the classroom fell into uneasy silence again.

"You just mentioned that you were going to the Federation of Socialist Associations for a meeting..." Elena raised her head and asked.

"The talisman you asked me to analyze before..." Almost at the same time, Zheng Qing also tried to break the silence with another question.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The atmosphere became much more relaxed.

"You go first," Zheng Qing's expression finally returned to normal, and his tone became much smoother: "Girls first."

Elena smiled slightly and did not refuse.

"I'm a little interested in the topic you discussed before," the Gypsy Witch tilted her head, flashing her big eyes with a curious expression: "Are you forming a new society?"

"Yes, the Knights of Forgiveness!" This topic obviously aroused Zheng Qing's desire to express himself. He enthusiastically introduced the origin of the name of the new society, the composition of its members, and the reasons for its formation to the witch without stopping.

It wasn't until the witch frowned and carefully changed the reference book in her arms to another arm that the young public-sponsored student reluctantly concluded: "...In short, we will work hard to build it into a first-class boutique club in the first university. !”

"That's awesome!" Elena praised, and then asked hesitantly: "... So, you plan to participate in this year's school hunting party? But I remember that only hunting teams that have been ranked in the school can participate... "

"The freshman competition," Zheng Qing corrected with a wiggle of his finger: "It is a spin-off event of the school hunting club...a hunting competition for the freshmen of the First University. It is completely different from the regular hunting competition for the old students...the competition that appears in the freshman competition The demons are also mass-produced in the laboratory, and the risk is very low. "

"That's it," Elena breathed a sigh of relief. She patted her bulging chest and showed a hint of relief: "No matter what, safety comes first... Well, as I mentioned to you before class, if you have time, we can go to Beta Town Pedestrian Street on Sunday afternoon. There are many nice little shops there.”

The topic became a little abrupt.

The young public-funded student was stunned for a moment before he caught up with the witch.

"No problem!" He replied quickly: "I'm always very free on weekends."

"Like sleeping in the school hospital?" The gypsy witch tilted her head and gave him a playful look.

This made Zheng Qing somewhat embarrassed.

"That was an accident." He defended in a low voice, and then immediately asked: "So specific..."

"Old time, same place." The witch snapped her fingers and confirmed: "We can study the talisman in the library for a while, and then go to the pedestrian street for dinner in the afternoon..."

"Okay, okay..." Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly without any objection.

"So, is it settled like this?" Elena put the shawl that had fallen down on her shoulders again, hugged the reference book in her arms tighter, turned around, and said hesitantly: "Then, I will first..."

"Oh." Zheng Qing replied blankly, with a feeling of loss in his heart.

"Oh." Elena finally turned around and slowly walked out step by step.

Soon he walked to the door of the classroom.

The distance between the two people is already as far as a classroom.

"Hi, Elaine." Zheng Qing suddenly felt a rush of blood rushing to the top of his head. He felt that if he didn't say anything, he would definitely be choked up. He simply shouted completely and let go: "You don't mind if I call you that!" "

Elena turned back with a big smile on her face.

"It doesn't matter," she shouted back, "My friends all call me that!"

"Do you want to..." Zheng Qing raised his hand, his mind went blank.

He hadn't decided what to do yet, he just wanted to talk to her again.

"What are you thinking about?" Elena turned around again. She put the reference books on the desk in the first row, supported the desk board with both hands, and leaned forward to look towards the back row of the classroom.

"I mean, do you want to..." Zheng Qing successfully suppressed his blush again.

His mind was buzzing.

He didn't have much quick wit to begin with, so he wasn't suitable for doing such brain-burning things.

Elena raised her head, biting her lip, and her high-heeled boots stamped on the marble floor under her feet, making a thumping sound like a war drum.

"I don't know, I mean, do you know..." Zheng Qing looked at her big bright eyes and seemed to smell the fragrant fragrance in the air again, and his mind became more and more confused.

"What?" Elena seemed a little discouraged.

"That, that is, I mean, haha." Zheng Qing already had the urge to commit suicide.

"Ha..." Elena held her forehead and smiled helplessly.

"Yes, it's the school hunting party...Hunting Moon, isn't there a hunting dance?" Zheng Qing was sweating profusely and stammered: "Do you want to..."

"Okay!" Elena exhaled heavily, arched her eyebrows, and said with a smile, "That's it!"

"Ah?" Zheng Qing's brain suddenly went crazy.

Although he vaguely knew what he had just said, he was completely unaware of the witch's reaction.

"Zhang Jixin has said it before..." Elena shrugged and made a face: "Since I haven't been booked yet...then it will be on a first-come, first-served basis..."

Zheng Qing grinned and smiled silently.

He felt the blood on the top of his head begin to flow back, making it difficult to tell the difference between the feeling of happiness and the feeling of dizziness.

It seemed as if the whole person was about to fly.

"I'll contact you then!" Elena picked up the reference book on the desk again, turned around, and shook her burgundy waves in a cool way.

"Oh." Zheng Qing stared blankly at her retreating figure.

The witch seemed to feel something and turned around again, showing a bright smile. She raised her right hand, stretched out her thumb and little finger, made a gesture like a paper crane, and at the same time opened her mouth and said something.

The young public-funded student nodded vigorously, his heart filled with excitement and excitement, and he raised his hand and waved vigorously.

Until her back disappeared around the corner in the distance.

Turning around and leaving, Zheng Qing felt excited in his heart. Elena's hoarse voice kept echoing in his ears, making him feel that he had to do something.

Opening the Dharma book on the desk, he remembered the content of Lao Yao's lesson and softly chanted:

"Haotian says Ming, Jier will be the king. Haotian says Dan, Jier Youyan!"

Dark red flames lingered, and two figures emerged from the flames following the spell.

One man was wearing a long white coat, with a tall crown with long horns on his head. His entire face was hidden under the wide brim of the hat. His hands were folded in his sleeves. There was an ancient book and a writing brush floating in front of him. The other one was dressed in a short black suit, with a black horse face mask hanging on his face, a thick black iron chain wrapped around his neck, and a short crutch in his hand.

Zheng Qing looked at the two shadows and slowly reached out his hands.

"Pop!" Like the sound of a bubble bursting, the two shadows disappeared into the open space in the blink of an eye.

"Is this my Yuan Chen?" The joy in Zheng Qing's heart seemed to disappear with this spell, making him feel very uncomfortable: "It's really unpleasant."