Monster Hunting High School

When Zheng Qing finally completed the 'guidance' task and returned to his seat, there were less than ten minutes before the end of get out of class.

At this time, more than half of the people in the classroom had successfully cast the cleaning spell, and most of the smelly clothes in the sink had been cleaned by magic again and neatly folded on the desk.

The young public-sponsored student looked at the pile of dirty clothes in his wash basin. After lamenting, he could only open the Dharma book and re-copy the analytical spells on the blackboard.

"When you were chatting just now, didn't anyone think about helping me clean up this pile of clothes?" Zheng Qing looked at a symbol that he had just copied wrongly on the Dharma book, and couldn't help but poke it on the table with a quill. He found two small pits and looked at the other wizards angrily.

Fatty Xin's eyelids drooped, and while he was writing a manuscript on a piece of paper, he replied slowly: "When you were having a heated chat with those witches, you didn't even think of calling us over to help."

"The conversation was not lively!" Thinking of the situation just now, Zheng Qing suddenly lost his temper and muttered: "I thought Li Meng could master this spell quickly... I see that Lin Guo has always been a fast learner. "

Having said that, it must be admitted that he overestimated Li Meng's learning ability and mistakenly believed that all geniuses were the same 'genius'.

Compared with Fatty Xin, Zhang Jixin showed great interest in another thing: "I just saw you being beaten by her holding a furry bear... How did you provoke her?"

Zheng Qing rolled his eyes and did not answer this stupid question.

Is it possible that only if you offend that little aunt will she grab a furry bear and beat her up? She beats people based on her mood!

Although he did, a little, stimulate her a bit.

But when he thought of the little witch, the young publicly funded student couldn't help but think of what she said before, and then thought of the upcoming 'Campus Cup' dance and his obligations as a 'publicly funded student'.

So he immediately changed the topic to talk about the dance on Saturday night.

"They should have told me earlier that public-sponsored students have to attend the dance!" Zheng Qing directed the snail elf to fold the clean clothes neatly, while angrily complaining to his companions: "...instead of through a The little girl who can’t even cast a cleaning spell told me!”

At the end of his speech, he couldn't help but look up at the front row with a guilty conscience, and lowered his voice much lower.

"There is no good person in the student union." Zheng Qing murmured in a low voice, turning to look at Xiao Xiao: "Do you think there will be any consequences if I don't go to the dance? I have been so tired these days, and I have been thinking It’s a good day’s rest before the freshman game.”

Dr. Xiao Da raised his head and glanced at him, adjusting his glasses.

"A very bold idea." The doctor lowered his head again and said in a mocking tone: "If you read more history books, you will know that anyone who dares to break the tradition will either be revered as a hero or be demoted as a hero. Xiong... I personally think you are still far from a hero."

"But he is still a little far from a bear." Fatty Xin seemed to have discovered a new interesting topic. He finally moved his head away from the manuscript and raised his arm to gesture to Zheng Qing with his watch: "I have Kunlun Snow in the storage. You only need to drop one or two drops of the hair-stimulating agent commonly used in the bathtub to ensure that the gap between you and the bear is narrowed. "

Zheng Qing did not answer his words, but sneered: "Maybe you should explain what you bought the hair growth agent for..."

"Instead of paying attention to the purpose of buying hair growth agent, it is better to think about whether you really want to break the tradition." Xiao Xiao helplessly interrupted the bickering between the other two people and emphasized: "If you really don't want to go, you must Be prepared for the worst... You know, the school has not yet issued the final punishment for the incident at Hunting Ground No. 1."

"I don't want to either." The young public-sponsored student seemed to be frightened by the doctor's words, and said nonchalantly: "It's just...it's just that I don't even have a dress to attend the ball..."

"You only need to wear the academic robe and your shining Merlin Medal. You will definitely be better than those guys wearing gorgeous dresses." Fatty Xin snorted sourly.

"Absolutely." Zheng Qing rejected Fatty's opinion very decisively.

"It just so happens that we haven't used your medal during training." As the main hunter of the Exorcist, Elder Zhang seems to be thinking about the hunting team all the time: "I remember the "Beta Town Post" introduced that every day Each Medal of Merlin has a permanent spell attached to it... some are powerful protective spells, and some are very powerful offensive spells..."

"Brass medals usually have summoning spells on them." Xiao Xiao added a word at the right time, then turned to look at Zheng Qing: "What is your summoning object?"

Zheng Qing had a straight face and ignored them.

Zheng Qing hated wearing the Merlin Medal because of the disgraceful way of obtaining it. It seemed as if there was always an invisible villain hiding behind his ears, constantly repeating the words that he was a liar, a liar, a liar.

This feels bad.

very bad.

So much so that the 'little summoning spell' carried on the brass Merlin Medal was almost never used by him - almost, because after he first received the medal, he used it in front of representatives sent by the Wizards' Alliance. Pass it once to prove that this medal is in full effect.

"Maybe it's a Crimean nymph?" Fatty Xin held his chin and looked at the public student thoughtfully: "I heard from my uncle that many gentlemen with small eyes like to buy Crimean nymphs. …Beautiful, cheap, and most importantly, well-behaved, they can tolerate you doing many things, many things! Of course, compared with the equally well-behaved Yingzhou nymphs, the Crimean nymphs have a slightly shorter shelf life…”

"Classmate, are you being discriminatory?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows: "To be honest, the doctor and I have good tempers, so I won't beat you up until your face turns red!"

"I'll give you five seconds to write a suicide note." Zhang Jixin squinted his eyes, stared at the fat man gloomily, and cracked his knuckles.

"I have small eyes! I also have small eyes!" Fatty Xin immediately stretched out his stubby fingers and squeezed his small eyes, emphasizing.

The funny expression immediately made everyone laugh.

"If you don't do it, you won't die. Why try?" The young public-sponsored student shook his head and sounded pitiful.

"Don't change the subject!" After the fat man begged for mercy, he cheered up again and turned to look at Zheng Qing: "What kind of summon is hidden in your Merlin Medal... Guhuo bird? Three-headed dog? Chimera? Or the roaring Fen? Leer?"

"It's not necessarily such a powerful creature," Zhang Jixin denied on the side: "After all, it's just a brass medal. I guess it might be goblins, ghouls, flying-headed barbarians and other little monsters."

"It is not ruled out that he is a Yellow Turban Warrior." Xiao Xiao interjected with great interest: "After all, the Wizards Alliance likes to watch people serve food. To Brother Qing, the Yellow Turban Warrior obviously sounds more friendly than the Goblin."

"Stop guessing... it's not true." Seeing that everyone was talking endlessly, Zheng Qing finally raised his hand helplessly and tried to end the topic: "It's a two-headed Minotaur."