Hunting High School

The weather outside the window was a bit gloomy.

The thick clouds blocked the bright sunlight, and painted a layer of gray color between the sky and the earth, making all the people in this environment feel oppressed.

However, the students in classroom 601 of the main building of Jiuyou University may not agree with this view.

Compared with the heavy negative pressure atmosphere in the room, the vast and open environment outside the window is simply too harmonious.

Professor Yao stood on the podium, holding the crumpled piece of mulberry paper with two fingers, his brows knit into a knot:

"Whose homework is this?"

The students in the classroom turned their heads cautiously and looked at each other calmly, as if they felt that every face was so suspicious.

Of course, this does not include the boys sitting by the window in the back row.

Sim Fatty hesitated for a few seconds.

Then he stood up under Zheng Qing's hard push, and admitted the ownership of the piece of paper with a downcast eyebrow.

"Student Xin!" Professor Yao was obviously surprised, and his tone softened a lot.

After all, in his impression, Xin Fatty is one of the few boys who are more active in class among the freshmen.

"Is there anything to explain?" The professor paused, obviously intending to give Fatty a chance.

"There is a civet cat in our dormitory, and it used my homework paper to wrap it up." Xin Fatty said quickly, vomiting out the complaints that had been suppressed for a long time in his heart: "I don't know why that cat stays in our dormitory. Willing to go... and always grabbing food from us! Melpomene's sigh... If it weren't for the fact that we, as members of the First University, have to demand ourselves with the highest moral standards at all times, I would have put that The fat cat is stewed!"

Zheng Qing looked at Fatty with admiration.

"Oh, that's it." Lao Yao squinted his eyes and showed a usual smile on his face: "Since there is an external cause, then your credits will not be deducted... just make a new copy."

Fatty tilted his head quietly, and gave the professor an aggrieved look.

"Or, are you planning to give up the chance to meet Councilman Su?" Professor Yao held a pipe, biting his mouth, and said vaguely, "Do you still remember what I said in the first class at the beginning of school?"

Zheng Qing scratched his head for a long time before recalling what happened based on the excited and angry words of the classmates next to him.

During the first class, Lao Yao had promised to introduce Su Shijun, the legendary number one beauty in the wizarding world. Of course, he also has his own conditions - in September, everyone must perform well in his class, and the homework must also be completed with high quality.

Xin Fatty didn't need to be reminded, and immediately thought of the gentleman's agreement.

"I am willing to write a more perfect homework again!" He raised his hand, his eyes widened, and shouted hoarsely: "I am willing to write a 6,000-word homework, and there will never be a typo on the paper !professor!"

"Professor, I'll help supervise!" Zhang Jixin also raised his hand, his red face turned purple: "If there is one word missing or a wrong word in the homework he handed in, I will copy it again!"

Zheng Qing looked at the two companions with a tangled expression, unable to understand their behavior at all.

How naive, the young public fee student smacked his lips, shook his head, and did not speak.

So, this inter-class episode ended perfectly.

Perhaps because of Lao Yao's inadvertent reminder a few minutes ago, many students suddenly remembered the agreement in the first class.

This made subsequent lessons a lot smoother.

Almost everyone can't wait to express their earnest attention to the class, trying to dispel the dissatisfaction accumulated by the professor in the first half of the class through focused eyes, forward posture, and enthusiastic answers.

The atmosphere in the classroom seemed a little distorted and frenzied.

But Lao Yao seemed to be very satisfied with this atmosphere, and even the lectures seemed a lot more verbose:

"As student Xiao mentioned before... the standard Dharma book generally has about 300 pages, divided into 30 chapters, and can carry at least three spells."

"If you want to release a spell correctly, you must first record the spell in the correct way, so that you can release it correctly when you use it."

"Because everyone's grammar is different, the ability to deduce the formula is also different, and the structure is different due to the difference in the understanding of the mantra, so even if the same mantra is copied in the book, there will be differences in length. One situation."

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"If you are proficient in skills and have outstanding ability to understand and deduce, then a book of about 300 pages can often carry more than 100 spells."

"But there are also some wizards. If a book can record three or five spells, it is already a great fortune."

"So, how to correctly record and release spells, and how to use your spells correctly, this is what we mainly learn in the freshman spell class."

"Of course, I have carefully selected five spells for you as the case. Students who can flexibly record these five spells in the Dharma book and use them skillfully this semester, I will give him a bonus in the evaluation at the end of the semester." Minute."

"Basically that's it."

Lao Yao spewed out a string of smoke rings, and knocked on the edge of the desk with his pipe.

Before the ash fell to the ground, the elves who heard the sound gathered it into a gauze bag and carried it out of the classroom.

"I'll add a little extra-curricular knowledge...I hope you all pay attention." The professor put down his pipe, picked up the own method book again, and shook in mid-air:

"You already know that Dharma books have souls."

"It's from a demon, from a spirit beast, and it may even be an elder of a certain alien race, a projection of a devil from The Underworld, or a godhead fragment of a certain god."

"We human beings—whether the so-called Bai Ding, wizards or anything else," Lao Yao seemed to think of something, and the corner of Lao Yao's mouth raised a slight arc of disdain: "Compared with the race that this Universe really favors, Talent is actually very poor. "

"It's like a demon."

"Don't mention those overwhelming demon kings or high-level monsters; even the lowest-level wild monsters can naturally communicate with the mysterious origin in the universe... Through their blood and soul, they can use all kinds of monsters effortlessly. Powerful curse magic, growing a tyrannical body."

"It seems that they are more suitable to survive under this starry sky than us."

"But the opposite is true."

"Now, this world belongs to us wizards—only we can walk in the sunshine and fly in the blue sky openly. But those talented monsters are forced to hide in the gutter and hide in the darkness."

"why?"

"Learning, inheritance, organization, order... Maybe you can list countless high-sounding reasons."

"But in my opinion, there is only one real reason... that is, we are cruel enough."

"We can treat nature cruelly; cruelly put any non-human race on the test bench and drag it into the alchemy factory; cruelly slaughter each other and advance in blood."

"The world is beautiful, graceful, and orderly."

"But it's brutal at the same time."

"The vulgar blood and deep evil of demons are nothing more than chaos driven by instinct. They may win the favor of this world for a while, but they have the power to not own this world...Only we, under our reason The cruel choices made can complement the cruelty of nature."

"Demons, ghosts, spirit beasts, even the projections of The Underworld, the brilliance of gods..."

"We hunt them down, deprive them of their spirits, infuse them into our Magical Item, and use their natural abilities to expand our dull spiritual sense, so that we can communicate with the origin more easily and release our own ability."

"As for those spirits, they can never be freed, releasing their own grievances day after day, but they don't know that these grievances are the catalyst for these Magical Items to be used repeatedly."

"This magic tool is the book in your hands."

"Do you feel cruel? Do you have the heart? Do you have that sense of fraternity that floods the Universe?"

Lao Yao raised his voice and questioned.

The classroom is quiet. Everyone didn't speak, but quietly watched the professor with a slightly excited expression.

Although Zheng Qing couldn't bear it, when he thought of the terrifying banshee on the plane, he felt an unstoppable throbbing pain in his forehead.

"very good!"

Seemingly satisfied with everyone's performance, Lao Yao softened his tone again:

"You must remember your own identity, and give your own limited love to your own compatriots. Fraternity, in this cruel world, is very ridiculous."

"remember!"

"Don't be stupid and join some Dharma Book Liberation Association!"