Monster Hunting High School

Hunting team training sounds like a very exciting word, but in fact the process is quite boring.

Hunters need to chant the spell that has been repeated countless times as quickly as possible under fixed situations and occasions. At the same time, they need to cheer up and muster "complete courage" to face the demon that does not exist at all.

In addition, there are cumbersome hunting formation positions, lengthy pre-hunting tactical deductions, and a lack of novelty in the distress mode - such as a talisman being accidentally contaminated and unable to be activated, blood attracting another group of eager demons, spells accidentally injuring companions, getting lost, and wandering. Feet, falling off a cliff, unexpected allergies to animals and plants, etc. Relatively speaking, if the training director arranges some links that are not organized and logical, it will make the hunters feel a little bit interesting.

But these situations will never appear in Dr. Xiao Da's directorial work.

He is even more rigid than the most rigid old master in the school. He always limits the training program for forgiveness to a very narrow range, which makes people feel restrictive.

"Only when you dance in shackles can you have the greatest freedom on the hunting ground!"

This is the sentence he talks about most often.

On normal days, as the captain of the Exoneration Hunting Team, Zheng Qing would respond on the surface and cheer up to participate in the training, even if he felt bored in his heart.

But today, something went wrong.

Because yesterday, Saturday, was a full day. In addition to doing homework in the library in the morning, I had to work in Professor Monteria's laboratory in the afternoon, and I also had a night patrol mission at Linzhong Lake in the evening.

Up to now, Zheng Qing had only slept for less than four hours.

So in today's training, the wizard made frequent mistakes and became distracted at every turn.

"stop!"

After Zheng Qing once again missed the opportunity to cast the healing talisman, Xiao Xiao frowned and reprimanded: "... Just after the fat man accidentally rolled down the hillside, he broke his left leg, not his right leg! If you put the talisman on the hunting ground, Wasting paper on his right leg will not only consume our already tight supplies, but also cause unnecessary negative effects on the entire hunting team... Remember, you are the leader of the hunting team, and low-level mistakes will cost you The hunters thought you were panicking!"

"I can tell him which leg is broken," Fatty Xin sat on a stone - his right leg was covered with a thick layer of bandages, which forced him to stretch his leg as straight as a stick - —Muttered: "...if I knew it hurt."

The implication is that the doctor does not need to spend money on details such as 'left leg' or 'right leg'.

"You fell and fainted!" Xiao Xiao gave him a stern look and added his own settings.

The fat man immediately lay on his back on the grass and groaned comfortably: "Oh... okay, okay. I fainted."

Zheng Qing sighed heavily.

"I need a break."

He said weakly, while rubbing his cheeks vigorously and shaking his head: "I didn't sleep too much yesterday, and I haven't been able to concentrate today..."

Zheng Qing's work as an assistant in the laboratory and patrolling at night were known to his companions.

The doctor only hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded and said stiffly: "Next time, during the next hunting team training, this situation must not happen."

"Okay, okay."

The young public-funded student raised his hands and walked to the side, muttering at the same time: "I just need to take a rest..."

As he spoke, he found a spacious and clean bench in the pavilion on the promenade around the lake. He leaned against the thick pillars and snored loudly in just a moment.

"It seems that he is really tired." Fatty Xin listened to the sound of Zheng Qing snoring and shook his head: "I rarely hear him snoring while sleeping."

"The next training..."

"Don't we still have a captain?" Dr. Xiao Da adjusted his glasses and pointed at Zhang Jixin: "Hey, I will leave the leadership of the subsequent search and anti-demon training to you... No problem."

"It's all right." Zhang Jixin patted his thick chest and confirmed.

…

…

After sleeping in the pavilion, although the venue was a bit crude, Zheng Qing slept extremely comfortably.

He felt like he was lying on a twenty-layer velvet mattress, listening to the white noise of the falling rain and the breeze, and fell into the deepest sleep - no, no dreams, only sleep.

From falling asleep to finally opening his eyes, none of the annoying dreams he usually had appeared.

This made the boy feel particularly happy after opening his eyes.

Stretched and stood up.

The moon is very big tonight and the moonlight is very bright.

But the heavy fog dimmed the brightness, and it was only a blur ten meters away. Zheng Qing took out the Dharma book, cleared his throat, and read out a spell saved in the book:

"The birds are chirping, asking for the sound of their friends."

A crisp bird song seemed to come from an extremely distant place, and soon, a yellow light flashed in the distance. It's like being on the other side of Linzhong Lake. Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't remember that when the hunting team originally drew up the training plan, there was no arrangement to change the venue.

But it doesn't matter, you will know the reason after finding everyone.

The wizard jumped on the spot twice, moved his body, and then walked along the foggy lakeside promenade in the direction where the yellow light flashed. From time to time, one or two crisp bird calls could be heard in the thick fog, guiding him in the direction.

It's just that the farther we walked, the farther away the birdsong seemed from Zheng Qing, and the surrounding fog became thicker and thicker.

Until the end, the fog was so heavy that it was difficult to see the road one meter away, and the birdsong seemed to be hiding in the thick quilt, changing from crisp to low and weak.

Zheng Qing stopped cautiously, holding the Dharma book in his hand, and at the same time began to visualize his rune gun in his mind.

"Although it's a little slow, the reaction is quite correct."

A familiar voice sounded in his ears, as if standing beside him: "...A wizard needs to be fully aware of the surrounding environment at all times. You need to be alert to any tiny abnormalities. This is when you are in magic. Guarantee to go further on the road.”

Zheng Qing's fingers when he opened the book were stiff for a few seconds, and the rune gun he had imagined in his mind was shattered by the violent fluctuations in his mood, turning into a green-gold light spot.

"Sir?" He called out in surprise.

"It's time for class." Mr. Wu suddenly appeared next to the wizard, put a hand on his shoulder, and led him deeper into the thick fog: "...just as we originally planned, on Sunday I’ll give you extra lessons in the afternoon.”

Only then did Zheng Qing realize that the time was not right.

The training of the Forgiveness Hunting Team was arranged during the day on Sunday, and the sun was still high when Zheng Qing fell asleep. There was no reason for him to sleep until the moon was high in the sky, while his companions around him didn't remind him at all.

"so,"

The boy followed his husband's footsteps and walked forward. At the same time, he looked around and muttered: "I'm still in a dream, right..."