Monster Hunting High School

It wasn't until he left his husband's class that Zheng Qing remembered another thing.

It was at the end of the second class that my husband taught him that he once told him that next semester, Professor Yao would replace Ms. Shi Hui and become the vice president of First University.

Originally, to Zheng Qing, this incident was just a piece of valuable news.

But today, since knowing Professor Yao's true identity, Zheng Qing suddenly felt a little uneasy about the possibility mentioned by his teacher - is it really the right decision to let a big monster serve as the vice president of First University? ?

Inexplicably, he remembered a certain movie he had seen before. Three years, three years, and then three more years, an undercover agent became a gang boss, and then commanded his minions to sneak into the police trap.

This confusion was like a shark, jumping around crazily in the young wizard's mind, gnawing at him, and every thought that came up made Zheng Qing feel that everything was boring.

Hunting parties, hunting dances, hunting paintings, hunting harvest processing, hunting team building, etc., all activities related to monster hunting, all those seemingly exciting scenes, those exciting songs, in the 'Truth' Under the reflection of this mirror, they turned into clowns with grimaces.

They were all laughing at him.

"You've been in a bad state lately," Xiao Xiao looked at the distracted public-funded students after finishing morning classes on Sunday morning and frowned, "Is it because you're under too much pressure in the final exam?"

Zheng Qing looked at a group of red-robed men who were training in hunting formation not far away and shook his head numbly.

"That's because of Lin Guo's black goat." Fatty Xin handed the millet porridge and pumpkin cake to his two companions who had just finished their morning lessons, then clapped his greasy hands: "Don't care so much... so If we can't find it for a long time, it will definitely be a disaster. We should consider buying a new lamb for Lin Guo. "

Lamb, black sheep, black goat, black goat of the forest, nicolas.

Ah.

The above-mentioned nouns passed through Zheng Qing's mind, and he took a bite of the pumpkin pie and chewed it. It tasted like chewing wax.

He glanced at the fat man enviously.

The fat man seemed to have a good appetite no matter where he was, and he was never depressed because of excessive pressure. Even when I was doing an investigation report on the North District of Beta Town last year, when I was emotionally affected by the serious 'moral crisis' in the North District, I only ate one or two less rice per meal.

Zheng Qing thought he couldn't do this.

"It has nothing to do with those things," the young public-funded student cheered up, took another bite of the pumpkin pie, chewed hard, and said vaguely: "... Forget about those bad things, finish your meal early and go to the library. Let’s review our lessons.”

Although newspapers outside the school have been full of reports about the threat of alien gods, for the students of First University, especially Jiuyou College, the final exam of the first academic year in two weeks is the most important thing - even yesterday, Saturday During the Linzhong Lake night patrol in the evening, the school working committee was very considerate and allowed the junior students to take time off.

Even if the Forgiveness Hunting Team needs to help Lin Guo find the lost black goat, they only choose fragmentary free time. Most of the hunters' attention was still on the final exam.

After hearing Zheng Qing's words, Fatty Xin immediately woke up.

"That's right, you eat slowly, I'll go and get a seat first." After saying that, he hurriedly ran in the direction of Shushan Pavilion. The reason why I got up so early today was to get a good seat in the library.

Zheng Qing looked at his slightly clumsy back as he ran, and felt inexplicably better.

"Let's eat quickly." He turned to Xiao Xiao and said.

Xiao Xiao raised his hand and showed his empty paper bag to the young public-funded student. Then he drank all the soy milk in the cup and wiped his mouth.

"You, there is no 'we'," he corrected: "Only you haven't finished eating yet."

…

Today is Sunday.

And it's not even seven o'clock in the morning.

But on the way to Shushan Pavilion, groups of young wizards carrying various textbooks and review materials were walking in a hurry, and there was no trace of the happiness and relaxation that weekends should have.

Zheng Qing even noticed that many boys hadn't washed up, and the stubble at the corners of their mouths and the tarsus at the corners of their eyes were clearly visible. Some students still have red marks on their faces where the rattan mats were pressed after sleeping. Apparently he just rolled out of bed and headed straight to the library.

Urgency is contagious.

Zheng Qing followed the flow of people towards the library, feeling a little uneasy in his heart. The emptiness that had been disturbed by the 'truth' in his mind also disappeared a lot.

"I have an unknown premonition." Zheng Qing said subconsciously as he walked on the bluestone road and looked at the crowded scene.

Xiao Xiao sighed in agreement.

"It's a bit beyond expectations." He adjusted his glasses and murmured: "Maybe we should get up earlier tomorrow."

No, it's not this kind of 'unknown'.

Zheng Qing shook his head in his heart.

At the end of the bluestone road, a familiar figure appeared.

He is tall, with a slightly hunched back, and his hair is slicked back. He holds a pipe in his mouth and his face is a little sallow. Even though he was walking against the crowd, his long robe was still fluttering at the corners, as if a shadow was following behind him. When the surging crowd hit the shadow, they suddenly separated and slid away from both sides of him.

It's Professor Yao.

Zheng Qing's face turned a little pale.

Xiao Xiao followed his gaze and looked forward, and also noticed Professor Yao's figure.

"Well, Lao Yao must have just come from the direction of Linzhong Lake," Xiao Xiao analyzed in a low voice: "Although everyone is rumoring that the tower on the island in the center of the lake is the entrance to the Black Prison, the school has never officially recognized it... …I think meeting him here today is a piece of evidence.”

Zheng Qing didn't care at all about the bullshit side evidence of the entrance to the prison.

All he could see in his eyes was Lao Yao walking through the crowd and walking toward them with a smile. He felt like he was out of breath.

It is true that Zheng Qing has always had a good impression of Professor Yao, but this good impression was smashed to pieces under the teacher's hammer called 'truth'.

It's like a neighbor you often go to for lunch and suddenly learn from the police uncle that he is a murderer on probation. This huge gap is enough to give someone a heart attack.

"Good morning, professor!"

"Good morning, Professor!"

Before Zheng Qing could mentally prepare himself, a series of greetings rang in his ears. Not only the nine red robes, but also the yellow robes and even the white robes mixed in among them also greeted Professor Yao politely.

This is the first respect that university students show to the dean of the college.

The professor strode through the crowd, nodding from side to side. Zheng Qing looked at his face seriously for the first time. I don't know if it was for psychological reasons, but this time, when he stared at Professor Yao, he always felt that the smiling face on the professor's face was a little stiff, and there was an indescribable depression between his eyebrows.

Before he could figure out the more subtle expressions, Professor Yao's steps suddenly stopped as he passed by the two young wizards.

Zheng Qing's heart beat violently.

The professor turned his head, blinked his small dark eyes, raised his hand to take off the pipe in his mouth, and blew out a puff of thick smoke: "Are you going to the library?"