Monster Hunting High School

The speech in the small square in front of the library did not last too long, but after the speech, the lively discussion and noise among the students could not dissipate for a long time.

Fatty Xin held a quill and a clipboard and ran around the square, interviewing every student who was willing to be interviewed by him. Xiao Xiao held his notebook, looking in all directions and listening in all directions, recording everything he could. Write on one side.

Only Zhang Jixin and Zheng Qing had neither work needs nor related hobbies, they were just joining in the fun. It's just that this excitement took a little longer. When the commotion in the small square stopped for a while and the fat man and the doctor packed their things and prepared to leave, more than an hour had passed and it was 1:10 noon.

According to the class schedule of Jiuyou Academy, the afternoon classes are from 14:00 to 17:00. There are still more than 40 minutes before the bell rings for the afternoon talisman class, and Zheng Qing and his group didn't even eat lunch.

"Didn't I ask you to go get food first?" The fat man saw his two companions standing outside the crowd and was very surprised: "You have been standing here, so what are we going to eat for lunch?!"

"It's such an indifferent world." Zheng Qing raised his head, looked at the bare branches above his head and the gray sky, took a long sigh, and said, "Do you only think about eating and writing manuscripts? Normal people, When you see your companions waiting for you for such a long time, your first words should be touching and greeting - such as 'Are you tired after standing for so long? ' or 'You haven't eaten yet? I have a lot of delicious food in my watch. Let’s eat together!’”

"The cafeteria is closed now." Xiao Xiao put the notebook in his arms and added half a sentence at the right time: "So..."

Fatty Xin didn't say anything, he just stared at the young public-funded student expressionlessly.

"Your main purpose is probably the last sentence." He squinted, his big eyes were covered by the fat on his eyelids and cheeks, almost invisible, but he couldn't stop his sharp eyes at all: "How do you know that I Did you buy fried chicken and beer?”

Zheng Qing blinked and looked innocent: "I didn't know you bought fried chicken and beer... I just remembered that you had a lot of delicious food in your memory card, which can be used as lunch. But I know now."

"Fried chicken is okay, but for beer, we have classes in the afternoon. Isn't it inconvenient?" Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and gave his advice very seriously: "Do you have any juice or green tea in your storage card? ?”

"Beer? Shall we drink at noon?" Zhang Jixin had been staring in a certain direction outside the crowd and did not participate in the daily exchanges between the other people. He only became interested after hearing his companion repeatedly mention beer. He turned around and glanced at the fat man's wrist: "Well, since you're ready, let's eat fried chicken and beer."

The fat on Fatty Xin's cheeks shook violently. He gritted his teeth hard and spit out three words from between his teeth: "I haven't..."

Before he could finish his words, Zheng Qing raised a finger and waved it in front of the fat man's eyes: "You can interview a few of us during the meal. As onlookers, we can give you the most pertinent comments."

When the fat man heard this, his little eyes suddenly lit up.

Zheng Qing threw out another date at the right time: "I think the doctor must have a very professional point of view... and I, um, I am not talented, and I am in the world of the Major Arcana. If I can comment a few words, I think I can help Your manuscript will be much more colorful."

The fat man's fat fist hit his fat palm with lightning speed.

"Deal!" With an agility beyond that of a fat man, he dragged Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao toward a pavilion not far from the lakeside: "Let's go together, let's go together. After lunch, class will begin soon!"

Zheng Qing was pulled by him and staggered, almost falling to the ground.

"Where is your moral integrity?" Zhang Jixin looked at the fat man's back with a speechless expression: "Did you eat them all?"

"Otherwise, why would he be so rich?" Zheng Qing reluctantly turned around and greeted with a smile: "Hurry up and follow him, there is not much time left to beat Fatty Qiu Feng."

The promenade around the mansion by Linzhong Lake is dotted with many large and small pavilions. In summer and autumn, there are many young wizards sitting in the pavilions chatting and dating, but in winter there are very few.

After all, it is not a dormitory or a study room. The school cannot carve warmth charms for everyone in the pavilion.

However, this shortcoming is not a problem in front of Zheng Qing, a great talisman master. He just took out a few low-quality warmth charms from the gray cloth bag and solved the biggest problem of lunch in the gazebo.

Soon, a few people sat around the small stone table and watched Fatty Xin pull out the tablecloth, tableware, and the long-awaited fried chicken and beer from his watch. Finally, the host was rare and generous and gave everyone a free gift. A plate of croissants and a small dish of applesauce.

"Speaking of which, I was just curious, what have you been staring at in a certain direction by the lake?" Before starting to eat, the fat man looked at Zhang Jixin curiously: "I know you are not such a boring guy."

"Didn't you see?" Zhang Jixin raised his eyebrows and shook his head repeatedly: "It's so heartless... I'm looking at the people of the Blood Club. You are jumping around the venue like rabbits, and there is always someone to help you. Watch your back. Who knows if those guys from the Blood Club will suddenly go crazy and throw a bunch of curses into the venue."

"Blood Club?!" The fat man took a breath: "They are here too? Why didn't I see it?!"

Zhang Jixin added: "Seprano and Friedman are both here, but they are standing in a relatively remote location, not far from the fish-men..."

"I think they are specifically looking for fishmen," Zheng Qing interjected from the side: "There is no reason that a small gathering here would alert the only two heirs of the Blood Club. They are not idle enough."

As he spoke, the young public student's mind suddenly recalled the scene of the fish-man Iseni and Serprano's transaction he saw in the forest glade during a night patrol a long time ago. His intuition told him that there was some inevitable connection between these things.

"We don't rule out this possibility." Zhang Jixin shrugged: "But we always have to prepare for the worst... Excuse me, give me a glass of butter beer, Amber Light is better... I don't want to drink Green Bee today."

"I want green tea." Xiao Xiao raised his hand.

"I want juice." Considering that there were classes in the afternoon, Zheng Qing also did not choose beer.

Fatty Xin had a stinking look on his face and brought out corresponding drinks for his companions.

"I wish Banner good health!" The young public-funded student raised the cup in his hand and blessed loudly. Behind him, those low-quality warmth charms were emitting wisps of smoke, supporting a pale yellow magic barrier.

"That's not what I want." Fatty Xin's mouth was already full of fried chicken. While chewing, he turned to look at Xiao Xiao: "As for today's speech, I want to hear the doctor's opinion."