Monster Hunting High School

Tuesday, May 5th.

Solar term, Beginning of Summer.

Appropriate, marriage, alliance, consecration, sacrifice, seeking medical treatment;

Taboo: moving, moving into a house, building a house, and setting up a horse.

When Zheng Qing was a child, he never quite understood what kind of horse "jiama" meant. He always felt that the word "jia" was mistaken for the word "jia", and "jiama" was much easier to understand - avoid "jiama", which means You should stay at home honestly on this day and don't go out for a walk.

This misunderstanding was solved only when I grew up and learned that "raising horses" means raising beams when building a house. But at the same time, Zheng Qing became more and more speechless towards Lao Huangli. Just like today's taboo, if you have already built a house, but add a "horse frame", isn't it unnecessary?

Having said that, there are always such 'superfluous' things in life.

For example, after Lei Zhe and Augustus destroyed half of the street in Beta Town, the town's management committee sent the two lawyers' letters and punishment results in a serious manner; for example, after Zheng Qing injured Seprano, the student union held a hearing will; for another example, the school issued a temporary announcement on Tuesday, announcing that the Silent Forest was as silent as ever, and the North District of Beta Town was as safe as ever.

It looked like a bad farce.

But every actor in the play acted extremely seriously, as if everything they said and did was essential.

Faintly, Zheng Qing had a deeper understanding of 'order'.

Today is Tuesday.

In the afternoon there is an astronomy class.

As the rotating chairperson of the First University Professors' Joint Meeting in May, Professor Emma is more responsible than Professor Yao, and therefore much busier. So it is inevitable to be a little relaxed about teaching.

According to the students in the magic literature class in the morning, Professor Emma even forgot to give them homework.

Sounds like really good news.

Zheng Qing sincerely hopes that Astronomy Class 08-1 will also have such good luck - for this reason, he would rather do something that seems a bit 'unnecessary', divination.

The divination of young wizards will not change the minds of the great wizards, but it can make these young people mentally prepared.

Of course, because of his poor divination skills, Zheng Qing did not intend to do it himself. Professional matters must be left to professionals to be considered professional. For example, the preparation of medicines is left to Fatty Xin, the hunting team training is left to the elders, and the chanting of sutras is left to the young monks.

It is absolutely right to leave the matter of divination to Dr. Xiao Da.

The spring cold is gone and the scorching heat is coming. The temperature at this time of year is just like the emotions of young people aged 17 or 18, sensitive and changeable. Often there is still a bit of coolness in the morning, and people who have a fever at noon feel itchy all over.

After coming out of the study room, Zheng Qing held a brand-new standard law book and walked on campus.

The original Dharma book that was privately ordered at Xiayuan Shusi was sealed by the husband because it recorded the 'starting posture' of the forbidden mantra. In the words of my husband, ‘When it’s time to open it, you will naturally be able to open it’.

This sounds like nonsense.

But a teacher is a teacher after all. Even if he talks nonsense, the student can only write it down in his notes and listen to the instructions honestly.

Back in dormitory 403, as soon as I opened the door, a thick puff of smoke rushed towards me, choking the young public-funded student to tears, coughing repeatedly, and feeling a little confused for a moment.

"What happened? Is it a fire? Do you want to report it to the school?" The young public-funded student screamed: "Is everyone still alive?"

"He's about to die." Dylan's weak voice came from the coffin, sounding a little breathy.

This made Zheng Qing feel a little relieved.

Since Mr. Vampire Werewolf is still in the mood to close the lid of the coffin, this means that things have not developed to a worse point yet, and Dylan does not need to run away with the coffin.

"You are not alive in the first place." Fatty Xin said something to Dylan habitually, and then screamed: "... Tuantuan! You scratched my face! This is just a bubble from the Bubble Head Charm, not glass. ball!"

The smoke was also mixed with a few angry cat meows.

Zheng Qing felt increasingly at ease.

"What happened? Is anyone doing magic experiments in the dormitory?" He asked sternly with the dignity that a public-funded student should have.

Students are strictly prohibited from conducting magic experiments in school dormitories, and violators will be punished according to school regulations.

Zheng Qing also had a "detention for probation" on his body. He didn't want his backyard to catch fire at this juncture.

"No, ahem, no experiment...just an accident."

Dr. Xiao Da's explanation came out from the smoke accompanied by a cough, and he seemed a little out of breath: "...I just tried the traditional Gypsy divination method... Apparently the wizard is using this divination method. , prone to magic allergies.”

Zheng Qing squinted his eyes and held his breath as he passed through the thick smoke.

Xiao Xiao was sitting cross-legged in front of a small brass basin, with various weird magic materials placed on the left and right - dried moss, red mushrooms with silvery white spots, dried reindeer cartilage, owl eyes, and a few pieces Steaming ice.

Zheng Qing was very doubtful whether those white translucent solids were real ice cubes, because he had never seen a wizard throw ice cubes into the white flames, and the flames burned more intensely.

At this moment, Xiao Xiao was using a slender bone that looked like an animal rib to fiddle with the flames in the copper basin. He grabbed some materials around him, threw them in, and let the black, gray, blue and white smoke flow from the copper basin. The basins overflowed and filled the entire dormitory.

"What are you looking at?" Zheng Qing noticed that Xiao Xiao was staring intently at the smoke in front of him and couldn't help but ask.

"You should drink some of this before watching." Fatty Xin handed Zheng Qing a wooden cup, which was filled with a suspicious light yellow liquid that was vaguely steaming - Zheng Qing looked at the undisguised malicious smile on the fat man's face. , refused very politely:

"Thanks, I'm not good at divination, so I won't bother."

The fat man couldn't hide the look of disappointment on his face.

"So, what do you want to see?" Zheng Qing changed his question and looked at Xiao Xiao again - he didn't have much time to ink with the doctor here, he still had business to ask.

But Xiao Xiao's answer forced him to shut up.

"Looking for the sheep, Lin Guo's black goat... I have used tortoise shells, crystal balls, and tarot cards, but there are no clues. The effect of the line chart in finding is not even as good as the grass."

Dr. Xiao Da's tone was a little cold, but his eyes were always stuck on the smoke. He just murmured and explained: "Of course, in addition to looking for sheep, I also want to see if I can graduate from school safely... The kind that’s missing parts.”

Zheng Qing's face suddenly darkened.

There is no doubt that Dr. Xiao Da meant something.

"I've been protesting all morning," Dylan's head poked out of the coffin, his eyes red. I don't know if it's because of staying up late, or being smoked - or it's a manifestation of the vampire's anger level being accumulated to the extreme. :

"But it's useless... You are the 403 dormitory leader, you should do something."

The last words he said were to Zheng Qing.

Only then did Zheng Qing realize that he was still the director of dormitory 403. He hadn't performed relevant duties for a long time, and for a while he didn't realize what he should do - the sanitation, sweeping and other tasks that were usually the responsibility of the dormitory leader had long been taken care of by the group of elves he raised.

"Well, doctor, you can't light a fire in the dormitory." He shook his head and tried to make his tone gentler: "Everyone is responsible for a good dormitory environment... You have turned this place into a wilderness."

"The wilderness is worse than anything else!" Dylan yelled, banging the coffin underneath him: "I can still see the stars and breathe fresh air in the wilderness...can it be done here?"