Monster Hunting High School

Zheng Qing originally thought that wizards did not need to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival.

He flipped through the large "Annals of Ancient Wizards" very early on, but did not find a great wizard named Qu Yuan in it. Maybe, but certainly not to the point where wizards dedicated a holiday to commemorate it.

This made him feel lucky for no reason - he finally didn't have to eat rice dumplings this year.

As a kind of food with multiple identities such as commemoration, celebration, and tradition, zongzi and mooncakes have never been liked by Zheng Qing. Every time I eat them, it feels like taking medicine, which requires a lot of soup to swallow. But due to customs, I have to eat it.

Especially nowadays, mooncakes and rice dumplings contain many strange fillings, such as hawthorn, durian, and egg yolk. Zheng Qing grew up in the north and ate sweet rice dumplings with red dates since he was a child. One time when I was eating salted rice dumplings, I was shocked and surprised.

But this joy only lasted until the last week of May.

On Thursday morning, on his way back to his dormitory after morning classes as usual, Zheng Qing discovered that there were many symbols related to dragons on campus. School guards in gray robes were busy fixing dry coiled dragons to many tree trunks. Those coiling dragons seemed to be made from real dragon corpses, and they looked lifelike and like living creatures.

Some students approached out of curiosity and wanted to touch it. Those withered dragons would stare and spit out scary smoke.

"Are there any activities today?" After the young public-funded student returned to the dormitory, he casually mentioned what was going on outside. Then he saw Fatty Xin and Dylan busy, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows:

"What are you doing?"

In the dormitory, Dylan was standing on a low stool, tiptoeing, hanging a grass ring woven with calamus and mugwort leaves on a blank wall. The name tags of the four residents of dormitory 403 were hung on the grass ring, tied with a thin red thread. When the draft passed through the hall, the name tags flickered slightly, making a pleasant sound of hitting wood.

This was strange, because usually at this time, Dylan would be sleeping in his coffin. Now there is no coffin, just like ordinary people staying up until one or two o'clock in the evening.

Fatty Xin, on the other hand, was holding a big bamboo basket, dancing around Dylan's low stool, and babbling strange incantations that even the school's magic circle couldn't translate.

After hearing Zheng Qing's question, Fatty Xin just glanced at him and continued singing and dancing.

Dylan turned his back and replied happily: "You came back just in time... help me see if this grass ring is placed correctly? Every time I go down, I always feel that it is a little crooked."

Zheng Qing raised his head and looked at it for a moment.

Finally, he nodded reluctantly: "It's okay... I can't tell it's crooked. You can leave this kind of thing to the elves, they will definitely be more upright than you."

Several elves were holding hot towels and Zheng Qing's breakfast floating aside, and they all made "xixi" sounds of approval when they heard this.

"A sense of ritual, do you understand? A sense of ritual." Dylan jumped down from the stool, wagging his fingers solemnly, and corrected: "Some things must be done personally to have corresponding effects."

"So, what effect do you want from doing this?" Zheng Qing asked patiently, and at the end he made a little joke: "Do you want to prevent the invasion of foreign gods?"

After four or five days of fermentation, the news about foreign gods was discussed by more and more students at First University. In newspapers, professionals are constantly 'discovering' new evidence, proving that the 'students' addiction to goat's milk' in schools and the disappearance of some sheep pets are related to a certain existence deep in the stars.

The school had to issue multiple announcements in succession to assure everyone that First University was always the safest place in the wizarding world, and any unauthorized intrusion would be met with strong counterattack by the school.

This alleviated the anxiety of the parents of the students to a certain extent, but it did not stop the enthusiasm of the young wizards for discussion.

Especially near the end of term.

Heavy academic pressure makes many people nervous, and any external disturbance will arouse great interest in everyone. Not to mention that the external "turbulence" this time is a little bit loud.

As far as Zheng Qing knew, a certain society had opened a betting market to bet on whether the school would have a direct conflict with the being in the depths of the starry sky, and the betting was very hot.

"What effect?" Dylan patted the grass blades on his robe and tilted his head: "Of course it's to ward off evil spirits and pray for blessings... As for what you said about preventing the invasion of foreign gods, maybe. Isn't that what everyone does during the Dragon Boat Festival? "

"Dragon Boat Festival?!" Zheng Qing shouted, raising his voice.

Fatty Xin's Wu Zhu dance finally came to an end. He stuffed the bamboo basket under the nose of the young public student and snorted: "Hurry up, take one...and throw away the meat buns in your hand. How can anyone eat meat buns on the Dragon Boat Festival morning?" statement!"

Zheng Qing watched the two guys with foreign faces seriously chatting with him about the Dragon Boat Festival, and felt an inexplicable funny feeling in his heart.

"Do wizards also celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival?" He murmured, looking at the triangular rice dumplings wrapped in rice dumpling leaves in the bamboo basket, and despair slowly surged in his heart: "Why do you also eat rice dumplings? I read "Ancient Wizards" before "History", there is no Qu Yuan in it!"

"It's definitely not in the "History of Ancient Wizards". You need to look for it in the "Annals of Legendary Wizards", maybe you can find his name." Xiao Xiao's voice sounded behind Zheng Qing: "...Excuse me, I want a bacon rice dumpling. ”

He said the last sentence to Fatty Xin.

The fat man quickly took out a four-cornered rice dumpling from the basket and stuffed it into the doctor's hand. Zheng Qing also picked up a triangular rice dumpling with two fingers and began to untie the hemp rope on the rice dumpling leaves with a frown.

"What did you do after your morning class?" The young student on government funding tilted his head and glanced at Xiao Xiao: "I just said hello to someone, and you disappeared in a blink of an eye..."

"I went to the cat fruit tree and looked at the dog." Xiao Xiao quickly peeled off the leaves of the zongzi, took a big bite of the deep red glutinous rice, and said vaguely: "... Just like you said, the dog is very suspicious."

"Did you find anything unusual?" Zheng Qing immediately became alert.

"No." Xiao Xiao took another big bite of the zongzi, licked his shiny fingers, and shook his head: "I used it all, including exorcism, demon detection, and appearance, and didn't find anything unusual... except that it would meow."

"Don't you like eating zongzi?" Fatty Xin suddenly interrupted their conversation.

Zheng Qing looked down at the triangular zongzi in his hand, which he had just bit off a small corner. And Xiao Xiao had already reached out to take the second zongzi from the bamboo basket.

"I don't like it." Zheng Qing shook his head honestly: "I always feel that foods like zongzi and mooncakes are over-processed and have lost some of their natural flavors."

"Wow, what you said sounds like what Ise Ni said." Fatty Xin blinked and laughed:

"The last time I chatted with Ise Ni, he said, 'Some fish people complained that processed foods, such as pickled toads and pickled frogs, lost their natural flavor and became something else. Little did they know that it was the pickling process that preserved the original properties of those foods to the greatest extent. Frogs and toads that have not been pickled will become rancid within a month.'"

"Just like witches use cosmetics." Dylan came over and discussed with great interest: "Witches use various essential oils and foundations to wipe their faces, which is essentially the same as pickling meat... The biggest difference is that one is to pickle people to make them fragrant, so that their appearance can be preserved for a longer time; the other is to pickle food to make them fragrant, so that the nutrients can be preserved for a longer time."

Zheng Qing looked down at the small zongzi in his hand and sighed heavily.

He had no idea why the topic had jumped from the dog in the cat fruit tree to witch cosmetics.