Monster Hunting High School

Throughout the afternoon, Zheng Qing struggled to suppress the urge to drink the transformation potion.

Although he was also very curious about his transformed appearance, since today was Thursday and there was another day of classes tomorrow, he had to get through this period no matter what.

After all, he couldn't sit in the classroom and listen to the teacher with a strange skin on his face - it would be okay if he turned into a monkey, but what if he turned into a cockroach?

Maybe the young wizard who is bent on studying will be thrown out of the window by the screaming witches before he climbs onto his desk.

Fortunately, there are always endless troubles in life.

Whenever you feel that everything is going well and life is wonderful, life will slap you in the face and bring you back to reality from heaven.

For example, the homework assigned by Professor Emma, ​​the troubles that the young wizards and witches had to deal with, and Zheng Qing's red right eye.

"I feel like the vision in my right eye has declined a bit." Zheng Qing stood on the balcony, squinting his left eye, holding a slingshot in his hand, trying to aim at a squirrel outside the window that was wriggling its butt at him.

The young public-funded student's right eye was inexplicably bloodshot during the battle with the wild monster not long ago, and became the only 'injury' left on his body.

Dr. Ma from the school hospital repeatedly reassured him, saying that the congestion would not have any impact on his vision, and presented a stack of complex and difficult-to-understand data to support his professional conclusion.

Although Zheng Qing expressed his relief verbally, he still had doubts in his heart.

"Just like now," the young public-funded student squinted hard and muttered, "I see that squirrel has two tails."

As soon as he loosened his fingers, the pine nuts caught in the slingshot shot out with a whoosh, hitting the corrugations three meters away from the squirrel.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

The squirrel screamed with satisfaction, flicked its huge fluffy tail, jumped over, picked up the dusty pine nut, rubbed it with its paws, and stuffed it into its cheek pouch.

"That mountain two-tailed squirrel originally had two tails!" Fatty Xin was holding a plate of cakes, waving the shining knife in his hand, and yelled viciously: "Only a blind man can see one..."

It's six o'clock in the afternoon.

According to Zheng Qing's experience in previous years, the sun should have set behind the mountain at this moment, and there should be no light in the sky.

But maybe the location of Phuket Island is a little southerly, or maybe the wizards don't allow the sun to set so early. There is still a hazy light outside the house at this moment.

This time of day is when Mr. Xin Banner enjoys his last afternoon tea.

Just like Dylan gets angry when someone wakes him up from the coffin, Mr. Fatty also gets bad tempered when his afternoon tea is interrupted.

"I'm not blind!" Zheng Qing took out a paper ball from the gray cloth bag and stuffed it into the slingshot again. He turned around and emphasized: "I mean, there always seems to be a little double image when looking at things with the right eye... and it's still shaking. Go."

"The eyeballs are filled with a bunch of blood clots. If you weren't blind, you would be blind...what's weird if it affects your vision a little bit?" Fatty Xin took a deep breath and continued to patiently cut the cake on the plate.

"I think maybe it's because you closed your left eye for a long time." Dylan's lazy voice echoed in the coffin.

Zheng Qing tilted his head.

The large black coffin with a sliding lid was opened again at some point.

"Good morning!" The young public-funded student greeted very politely: "I thought you didn't get up until eight o'clock tonight."

"Didn't Xiao Xiao say yesterday that a plenary meeting of the club would be held tonight... You can't be rude after the guests arrive." Mr. Vampire Werewolf stretched out a pale hand from the coffin and placed it in the afterglow of the setting sun, seeming to feel The weather is good or bad.

"Do you have to follow the day-night class schedule?" Zheng Qing continued to squint, raised his slingshot, aimed at the gray squirrel jumping around, and asked breathlessly.

"Since the school has no restrictions, I can choose whatever is comfortable for me." Dylan stretched out half of his body from the coffin, and hummed slowly: "I'm not Matthew Cullen from your class. , or those pure-blood nobles like Alpha Friedman... will naturally be less adaptable to sunlight."

The last sentence obviously touches on some sensitive topics.

There was silence in the dormitory for a while.

"Bang!" Zheng Qing loosened his fingers, and the paper ball caught in the slingshot flew out and hit the gray squirrel one meter away.

Before the squirrel could twist its butt in triumph, the little paper ball suddenly started to emit smoke.

Then several slender canes poked out from the green smoke and tied up the unprepared gray squirrel.

"Yeah! It worked!" Zheng Qing waved his arm vigorously and shouted.

"Oh, you really did it." Fatty Xin licked off the last bit of cream on the plate, curiously poked his head towards the balcony, smacking his lips: "Maybe you can consult Dr. Xiao later and take a look at this Can I get a patent for this matter..."

The patent the fat man mentioned was Zheng Qing's technique of using a slingshot to shoot out a talisman.

Because of night patrols, Zheng Qing had already experienced many 'accidents' just over a month after entering school.

For example, in the lakeside forest, I met the fishman brother who came ashore to conduct gray transactions; such as catching the sand time insect swarm; and not long ago, I met a wild monster on the lakeside promenade.

There are countless minor incidents such as beating kappas with sticks and tying up venomous snakes.

The more experiences he had, the more Zheng Qing felt that his methods were insufficient. Turning over and over are those few talisman papers and a few spells.

Although so far, these methods are barely enough. But the young public-funded students sensed a huge flaw.

There is no further means of attack.

Because of the enrollment period, the few spells he had just learned needed to be cast at close range. Due to his height and arm length, the talismans he is good at cannot attack enemies that are further away.

So he thought about it for a long time and finally came up with this method.

"It's just a little trick, I guess the Patent Office will look down on it." The young public-funded student waved his hand modestly, but added rather conceitedly: "I added a layer of silkworm skin paper to the original talisman. , a rune with a stable function is embedded... The production process is a little difficult, and it does not have much promotion value. "

"It's good enough for yourself." Fatty Xin picked up another plate of fruit at some point, dipped it in the salad and nodded with relish: "You can practice slingshot more in the morning... maybe you can also compete in the rookie hunting competition. Come in handy."

"You have already had three afternoon teas. Eat less. It will be good for your health." Zheng Qing put away his slingshot and advised kindly.

"You already have three girlfriends. It will be good for your health to have one less." The fat man rolled his eyes and came back.

Zheng Qing's face suddenly turned dark.

"I must explain this matter clearly tonight!" He angrily untied the squirrel from the cane and threw it to the orange cat who was watching eagerly.

Tuan Tuan squinted his eyes and pressed one of the gray squirrel's tails with his paws. His beard was raised up and down, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Can you explain this kind of thing clearly?" Dylan stood in front of his full-length mirror, rinsed the foam off his toothbrush, carefully looked at the two smooth little fangs in the mirror, and said vaguely: "This kind of thing always happens It’s getting darker and darker.”

"No, it can be explained clearly." Zheng Qing waved his hand, looking confident.

"Yes, you can explain it clearly." Dylan said perfunctorily, opened the cupboard in front of him, and greeted: "Come here and help me pick out suitable cufflinks and belts... You can't look sloppy when visiting guests. "