Hunting High School

"Zheng Qing?!"

Professor Monteria looked at the young wizard in front of him with his usual stern eyes, his tone was very sure, and seemed a little curious.

"Yes, Professor Montelia. Nice to meet you."

Zheng Qing clasped his hands in front of his belly, nodded slightly cautiously, and at the same time unfolded the receipt note that Professor Montelia gave him, and handed it up. He spat it out again and gave it back to the young wizard.

Professor Monteria stretched out his hand, but instead of picking up the note, he reached out and grabbed the financial student's wrist.

Zheng Qing's arm trembled, but he didn't withdraw his hand in the end.

"Rep. Su said, you want to know yourself as much as possible?" The professor squeezed Zheng Qing's wrist with two fingers, as if he was feeling his pulse, but also as if he was holding him to prevent him from escaping.

"Yes..." Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly, and wanted to explain a few more words, but was interrupted by Professor Montelia.

"It's not easy," the professor shook his head, as if he didn't like Zheng Qing's thoughts: "There is more than one most difficult thing in this world, but the words 'recognize yourself' are undoubtedly one of them. Many People want to know themselves, but few people can do it."

Zheng Qing has no objection to this statement.

"I just want to check if there is any special blood in my body," Zheng Qing carefully picked out the words, trying to let Professor Montelia understand the requirements of own, but not arouse his strong interest. All in all, this is a game The very skill-testing conversation of the young wizard added:

"Because I seem to be a little sensitive to strong mental stimulation, blood scars often appear on the fundus of my eyes, but the school hospital has checked and found no lesions... And sometimes, some magical creatures seem to be very interested in my breath...Yao Yuan The boss also knows about this, he suggested to me before, let me come to you for consultation."

"Oh, Lao Yao also said that?" Professor Montelia's eyes finally changed: "It's a pity, it seems that you can't just be pushed on the operating table to be dissected."

Zheng Qing's face turned pale with fright.

On the test bench next to it, there came the suppressed low laughter of several black-robed wizards.

"What are you laughing at! Has the task been completed? Don't you think 996 is not fun and want to stay in the laboratory with 247?" Professor Montelia stared at the assistants with a straight face.

The low laughter stopped abruptly, and Zheng Qing glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw that the wizards had resumed their serious expressions and quick movements, as if the laughter just now was his hallucination.

Professor Montelia did not continue to teach his assistants, but put down Zheng Qing's wrist, turned around and walked deep into the laboratory. There is an unusually large test bench there, no one is sitting behind it, it looks like it should be the professor's own test bench.

Zheng Qing stood behind the professor in a daze, looking at his receding back, at a loss.

"Follow up!"

Behind the test bench next to him, a round face raised up, mouth-shaped hard, and gestured to Zheng Qing for more than ten seconds, before he was the first wizard to laugh out in a low voice.

Zheng Qing let out a sigh of relief.

The chuckles of the assistant wizards behind the test bench, and Professor Monteria's lame joke made him feel a lot more relaxed, so that he wouldn't even shake hands with the professor.

He picked up the hem of his own robe, trotted a few steps, and followed the pace of Professor Monteria.

"How long have you been studying runes?" The professor asked Zheng Qing a question as he walked.

"Six or seven months." Zheng Qing calculated the enrollment time in his heart and replied in a low voice.

"That is to say, before entering the academy, I didn't have any magic text foundation, right." Professor Montelia sighed.

Zheng Qing agreed in a low voice, feeling a little ashamed.

"Have you ever learned talismans?" the professor asked again.

"Yes! I have learned it!" Zheng Qing immediately straightened his back, and his voice became much louder: "I can write all 1,296 basic runes silently."

The professor finally stopped.

At the same time, the two had already walked to the big test bed.

He turned his head and gave the young wizard a surprised look, as if he was meeting him for the first time.

"Oh, you are the first-year public fee student in Lao Yao's courtyard, the one who won the Merlin Medal, right!" Professor Montelia suddenly said: "I heard Xiaozhang talk about this... huh, very good , it's much easier."

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Xiaozhang should be Zhang's lecturer who teaches symbolology.

Zheng Qing felt that his face was a little dark, that is to say, after chatting with this professor for a long time, he still didn't figure out who he was!

"sit!"

Professor Monteria dragged out an upholstered armchair with white leather from behind the test bench, then squeezed Zheng Qing's shoulders and pushed him down: "Put your head up, open your eyes... look at the top of your head That headlight."

Zheng Qing raised her head obediently, opened her eyes wide, and looked at the circular chandelier hanging from the ceiling. In the white lampshade, a bunch of light spots were faintly floating around. I don't know if it was because it was filled with fireflies, or because his eyes were dazzled and he was hallucinating.

Professor Monteria took out a brand new pair of silk gloves, a pair of glasses with multiple lenses, and a small glass bottle from his pocket. There are a few light spots the size of rice grains in the bottle, floating leisurely in it.

The professor set up his glasses, put on silkworm leather gloves, and then used a straw to draw out a small spot of light from the glass bottle and put it into Zheng Qing's eyes: "Don't blink... When did the red scar appear on the bottom of the eye?"

After the small light spot entered the eyes, it didn't feel like gravel. Instead, it was as if the eyeballs were soaked in hot springs. It was warm, as if there were pairs of small hands massaging his eyeballs.

For some reason, the image of Dr. Duzem cutting out the eyeballs and throwing them into the water for cleaning emerged in Zheng Qing's mind.

"I ate well yesterday afternoon... my eyes turned red in the evening." Zheng Qing's lips moved slightly, and he replied in a low voice.

"Last night?" The professor frowned and murmured, "I was stimulated last night... Was it because I was frightened by Satogua's big eyeballs?"

Zheng Qing froze for a moment, and suddenly felt tears welling up in her eyes.

"You saw it too, right?!" He opened his eyes wide and stared straight at the professor wearing a mask above him, his voice was a little excited: "I just said last night..."

"Don't move around, be careful that your eyes will be blinded!" He sternly warned, restraining the young wizard's excitement.

Zheng Qing was so frightened that his hands and feet were stiff, his eyes were wide open, and he dared not move.

Professor Montelia did not continue this topic, but carefully observed the state of Zheng Qing's eyeballs, while observing, from time to time instructing the quill next to him to record the strings of numbers and nouns he reported.