Hunting High School

Sim Banner Schmidt-Bayer had a nightmare.

The weather in the dream was gloomy, it was raining lightly, and there was a muddy road with no end in sight.

In the dream, he turned into a blue titan, with only a dirty rag tied to his upper body and lower body, no shoes, and his bare feet could clearly feel the slippery mud flowing, deforming, and giving out pain under the action of gravity groans.

"Crack, crack!"

"Whoa, whoa!"

The sound of heavy breathing mixed with the sound of footsteps.

He turned his face and was surprised to find a familiar figure.

"Red face? What are you doing?" Xin exclaimed, looking around: "Where are we now!"

The gray-white mist twisted and flowed silently around the two of them, covering his sight.

Zhang Jixin lowered his head and leaned forward with all his strength. A black rope was tied to his spine and stretched into the hazy fog behind him.

"Laxian." The red-faced boy replied weakly, raised his head, his eyes were dull: "Don't you know what you are doing?"

This burly boy was extremely haggard, and his originally bright red face seemed to have been quenched by ice water, turning it into a grayish white.

Xin lowered his head in horror, only to find an old rope hanging from his shoulder.

"Why should I pull the fiber!" He yelled, tugging at the rope on his shoulders, trying to get rid of the restraint.

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However, a piercing pain came from the depths of his soul, and he couldn't help crying.

"Pay off the debt!" Zhang Jixin's tone finally had a trace of vitality. He glared at Xin Fatty angrily, and roared: "If you didn't bet with me, how could I sign that kind of contract of prostitution! If Dage finds out, It will definitely break my leg!"

The cold rain fell on the top of Xin Fatty's head, flowing down the hair and gathering into drops at the tips of the hair.

Under the pull of gravity, the heavy raindrops hit his shoulders and rolled down his naked body.

Sim Banner shuddered.

He vaguely recalled the peach charm, the flying centipede, and a piece of parchment that flashed fire.

"No!" He screamed, shaking his head vigorously: "This must be a nightmare!"

"My two horses, work hard!" An excited voice sounded not far behind them, accompanied by the crisp sound of whips.

"Crack! Crack!"

Xin looked back in horror.

The fog parted in time, revealing a small boat with two people standing at the bow.

One is Zheng Qing, wearing a bright red cloak, leather boots, and dragon leather gloves, with a smirking fox lying on his shoulder, waving a whirring whip in his hand.

He held a large oil-paper umbrella above his head, shielding the boat from the swaying wind and rain.

The short man standing beside Zheng Qing is Xiao Xiao, with his head down, holding a notebook, and the writing brush in his hand is spinning like flying.

As if aware of the gaze in front of him, Xiao Xiao raised his head, pushed his glasses, and a gleam of light flashed on the lenses.

"There are still three hundred and sixty-four days." The cold voice rang clearly in the ears of the two slaves even though they were far away: "If you don't work hard, you will be beaten to death by your master within this year, and the Supreme Court people have nothing to say."

"Crack!" The sound of the whip piercing the air sounded again.

The two strong men lowered their heads and began to pull on the rope desperately.

"Just be lazy," an arrogant laugh sounded from behind the two: "If I can't beat you to death, I'm the loser!"

"You lose!"

"I lose!"

"lose!"

"lose!"

A voice like a spell echoed endlessly in Sim Banner's ears.

"The devil." He muttered, slipped and fell heavily.

The feeling of weightlessness meets the bubbling mud.

Xin Fatty's eyes went dark, and he woke up from the dream.

"Only demons can do such cruel things!" Duan Xiaojian's affirmative voice echoed in the spacious classroom.

"That's right, the demon." Xin Banner was depressed for a while, and then he was relieved from the nightmare, and began to adapt to the harsh light in the classroom. .

He had never found the Charms classroom so cute.

"Right!" Duan Xiaojian's tone was even more proud of being recognized by others, and even his hunchback straightened a little. He patted Xin Fatty on the shoulder vigorously, and asked excitedly: "You have a lot of monsters in Europa, Xin, what do you think this cruel monster could be? Could it be Horus!"

"Zheng Qing." Xin Fatty rubbed his eyes, vaguely saw a figure in front of him, and muttered: "Satan."

"What?" Zheng Qing picked out his ears, feeling that he didn't hear clearly.

Several students around also showed surprised eyes.

"I want to cut off the robe with you!" Xin Fatty quickly came to his senses, with an expression of grief and indignation on his face: "How can you take advantage of someone's danger!"

Zheng Qing blinked with a dazed look on his face.

"I think he's talking about the contract." Xiao Xiao laughed softly from behind.

Zheng Qing came to a sudden.

"Don't, don't, don't," he said with a smile on his face, "Everyone's clothes are bought with money, and they are all brothers. It's not worth breaking up for such a thing, not worth it."

Xin Fatty tried hard to force an angry expression, but to little avail.

His expression looked more like a mournful face.

"Don't you want to be a man who breaks the sky? There is also a man who wants to break the shackles." Xiao Xiao's cold voice came from behind.

Xin Fatty turned around and saw Xiao Xiao raised his head from his notebook and adjusted his glasses.

He couldn't help shivering.

"That's right," Zheng Qing seemed to think of something, and tried to recall: "Also, my blood is already boiling, and I want to do it for..."

"You have to work for your employer!" Zhang Jixin's red face had already turned black, he quickly wiped the clean stool with the hem of his robe, helped Zheng Qing to sit down, and looked at Fatty Fatty righteously: "It's a man, One mouthful of saliva, one nail, what you say is what you say!"

"That's it!" Xin Fatty's face was pale and uncertain, his plump lips were shaking, and he was crying: "Once a word is spoken, it is hard to follow."

Others around saw it inexplicably.

"Old Yao is here again! Old Yao is here again!"

The bald boy behind the door screamed.

The originally chaotic classroom quickly quieted down.

With a yellow face, black robe, and sparse shiny hair, Professor Yao strode into the classroom, stood on the podium, and coughed lightly.

There was no sound in the classroom, and everyone sat upright in their seats.

The professor nodded in satisfaction.

Zheng Qing noticed that his usual pipe was stuffed in his breast pocket, but he was holding a newspaper in his hand.

"Let me talk about a few things." He went straight to the point, with a serious tone: "The first one is the matter of the wandering bar yesterday. I have heard about it. The students handled it well."

His little dark eyes fell on Zheng Qing: "Let's applaud classmate Zheng Qing."

There was warm applause in the classroom.

Xin Fatty also clapped his hands weakly.

"Because it is not an incident on campus, the school will not reward it directly." The professor raised his hand, pressed it slightly, and signaled everyone to be quiet: "But as a counselor, I will reward him with five credits, everyone Are there any objections?"

Zheng Qing looked at the podium in surprise, and Lao Yao nodded to him encouragingly.

There was an endless stream of envious congratulations from the students around.

"Also." Professor Yao interrupted the noisy atmosphere in the classroom, and raised his voice and said, "Recently, there is some restlessness inside and outside the school. I think you all feel it."

As he spoke, he waved a newspaper he was holding in his hand, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth: "There are some big monsters breaking into the school's special plane, some black prison riots, and all kinds of messy rumors."

"Especially last night, there was a horrific second-level murder in the school. There were rumors that a Horus had entered the school."

The classroom was completely silent, everyone kept their mouths shut and looked nervously at the podium.

"I don't want to hear these rumors without a trace in the academy."

As Lao Yao said, he glanced slightly in the classroom and emphasized, "I don't want to hear anything!"

Whether it was an illusion or not, Zheng Qing felt that those eyes seemed to pause in the boy circle.

"If you don't know, don't guess randomly! If you know something, report it to the school, and no one will deduct your reward." Lao Yao slammed the newspaper in his hand on the desk: "You are all freshmen who have just entered the school. Here, I'm just emphasizing one thing."

Must love small animals? Not allowed to discuss details about the murder in private? Or, take care of your own small pets?

Various thoughts were tumbling rapidly in Zheng Qing's mind.

Professor Yao scanned the classroom for a week with a serious expression:

"Don't be self-righteous!"

"Your dharma books don't even record a complete spell."

"Don't be a hero, go and attack that murderer."

"If you have any clues, tell the senior as soon as possible."

"Seniors, janitors, teaching assistants, professors in the senior grades, and even your dormitory supervisor Lao Ni is also fine."

"Only one thing."

"You must not make your own claims and take risks without authorization."

"Being able to do such a frenzied thing in the core area of ​​the first university, the wizarding university, no matter whether the murderer is a demon or some ferocious beast, it is not something you young people can handle."

"Any unauthorized actions must be prepared to be expelled from the school!"

There was an uproar in the classroom.

Several boys around smashed their heads on the table in frustration.

Their ambitious hunting plan has ended before it even started.