Hunting High School

"Are you going to the library?"

Hearing this simple question, Zheng Qing opened his mouth and remained silent for a long while. Xiao Xiao, who was beside him, glanced at him suspiciously, straightened up, and replied politely: "Yes, Professor."

"Okay, okay...Review well, and try to get a good grade in the exam. One of you is a special admission student, and the other is a public-funded student...Especially you, Zheng Qing, if your magic spell grade points are not good enough this time, see what I can do Pack you!"

As he said that, Professor Yao patted Zheng Qing's shoulder with a smile. His palm was as generous and warm as ever, but Zheng Qing's body couldn't help shaking slightly.

The professor squinted his eyes and looked at the young wizard carefully.

Zheng Qing felt that the smile on his face was also a little stiff.

"Have you become so timid? Just to scare you. If you study hard, you will definitely get a good grade." Lao Yao grinned, showing his yellowed teeth - Zheng Qing might have thought it was because he smoked too much. The sequelae of the disease, but now he deeply suspects that those yellow stains are traces that cannot be erased after the blood color soaks through the tooth enamel.

Zheng Qing nodded with a stiff neck.

"Why, are you feeling unwell?" the professor asked.

"Yesterday, I didn't sleep well." Zheng Qing lowered his eyes and replied hoarsely. Even though he was sure that Lao Yao would not do anything to him, the experience of dealing with monsters over and over since entering the school still made the young wizard feel uneasy. He will never forget the scene of the Damingfang Pig Demon rushing towards him, that was the deepest memory of his first contact with the wizarding world.

Professor Yao smiled hesitantly, and patted Zheng Qing on the shoulder again.

Wrong body to leave.

Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, followed Xiao Xiao's footsteps and hurried to the Shushan Pavilion.

But before he ran a few steps, Professor Yao and his small but clear voice suddenly came from his ears: "I haven't eaten people for a long time...don't be so scared."

The wizard staggered and fell to the ground.

A few witches passing by not far away pointed at the fee-paying student and laughed together.

Zheng Qing struggled to get up from the ground, looked back in horror, and happened to see Professor Yao turn around a deciduous sycamore, turned his face, waved the pipe in his hand at him, smiled, and exhaled a thick smoke .

"Can you step on flat ground?" Xin Fatty's inconceivable yelling came from not far away, as if to let everyone in the building know: "Did you have one of your legs cut short?!"

"I sprained my ankle." Zheng Qing gritted his teeth, stood up, and ran towards the Shushan Pavilion with a sullen face without looking back.

Beside him, Dr. Xiao adjusted his glasses, glanced in the direction where Professor Yao was leaving, and followed the figure of the young public finance student.

Zheng Qing ran a few steps towards the library before regaining consciousness and raising his head.

"Didn't I ask you to take a seat? Why are you here!" He stared at Xin Fatty who was a few steps away.

Fatty slumped his shoulders and sighed.

"You have to have a seat." He yelled in the crowd without hesitation: "When I came, the line had already reached the small square in front of the Shushan Pavilion... I haven't followed the line two steps, the front line People began to spread the word, saying that there are no more seats.”

The students who were rushing towards the library after following them sighed in disappointment. Some people turned around and ran in the direction of the study room, and a few who refused to give up still went into the library.

Zheng Qing also stopped.

"Then we... go back to the dormitory?" He looked at the doctor inquiringly.

Before Xiao Xiao could speak, Xin Fatty sneaked over and whispered in his ear: "There are no seats in the library, but there are still a few vacant seats in the test bench... I'll help us occupy them. You can finish the potions class and the practical part of alchemy first."

Zheng Qing patted Fatty on the shoulder approvingly.

Banner proudly walked ahead to lead the way. After taking two steps, he suddenly remembered something, and then turned around and whispered: "Also, I don't know why, that octopus has a bad temper today, and it only talks letters or phonetic symbols. No words. You remember not to provoke it."

Sure enough, when passing by the front desk of the Shushan Library, Zheng Qing glimpsed out of the corner of his eye that the librarian was waving eight tentacles, hanging a wizard with muddy shoes and trouser legs in the air, and knocking. He was screaming and his head was full of bags.

Zheng Qing guessed that the mud on the boy's shoes polluted the floor of the library, and that's why there was such a sudden disaster.

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There were many students standing at the entrance of the library, but all the students held their breath and quietly slipped into the library along the corner. No one stood up and spoke out for that poor ghost.

"It's wrong to do this." Xiao Xiao said to his two companions while standing in front of the test bench and putting silkworm leather gloves on his hands: "Even if it doesn't cause any personal injury... it's still a kind of personality injury. The school It should be taken care of."

Zheng Qing rolled his eyes. Who would compete with a great wizard who has not completely succeeded in advancing and has been mentally fragile for a long time because of such a trivial matter.

Even Fatty, who always likes to find news, did not support the doctor in this matter.

"It's hard for us to define the subtle difference between 'corporal punishment' and 'punishment'," he rolled up his sleeves, and while wiping a shiny silver knife, he analyzed in earnest:

"Old-school wizards are advocating this kind of 'education' method... If you pay attention to the trend of civilization development, you will find that the earlier you create a brilliant civilization, the easier it is to be imprisoned by that glory, and the newer, more adaptable to the times. Development is dismissive."

"Like we all use spellbooks now, but many old-school wizarding schools in Europa still teach kids to cast spells with wands; witches in whalebone skirts look down on witches in jeans - and stick education, is all backwards the most stubborn part of it."

"Actually, you should thank the First University today for not retaining the punishments of 'whipping' and 'transfiguration' when the school was founded. That is the real humiliation... Tsk tsk, imagine a witch being whipped by stripping off her shirt and hanging from a tree , or a wizard turned into a green turtle crawling around..."

Zheng Qing blinked, not knowing whether to express a certain degree of yearning for that 'bad' history, or to completely criticize it. As Fatty just said, this 'degree' is very subtle.

"It's really terrible." The young public finance student finally agreed, and at the same time looked at Fatty with a sizing look, and then glanced at Dr. Xiao Da: "If the doctor hadn't kept silent all the time, I almost thought it was him who just said that. I said... I didn't expect you to occasionally have deep moments."

A layer of blue air flashed across Banner's face, and the muscles on his forearms bulged.

Holding a silver knife, he chopped the licorice on the test bench into thick and uniform slices, and said in a tone of gnashing of teeth: "I have always been very deep, okay?! Without two brushes, how dare you give the school Write a review!"