Monster Hunting High School

“One morning I threw away yesterday, and my steps have been light since then.”

——Tagore, The Flying Birds

Zheng Qing felt that this sentence was very suitable for his mood, so he used a quill pen to mark the bottom of this sentence with a wavy line. Then he stretched, closed the poetry book in his hand, and looked up out of the window.

It's daytime outside the window.

Birds sang in the shade of the trees, insects buzzed on the bushes, butterflies fluttered their wings to avoid the spit of the grass sperm, and the flowers looked at this scene with smiles on their faces.

The sun warms the earth, and the gentle wind blows into the ward from the window and touches the face, making it warm, soft, and extremely comfortable. The outdoor temperature is 20 degrees Celsius. The weather ball produced by the school working committee ensures that the school will have the right rain or snow, the right wind, and the right clouds at the right time and in the right place.

Welcome to First University.

This is the world of life.

Here, no wizard needs to risk his life by sticking out his tongue to lick a stone just fished out of the lava. No wizard would burn all the hair on his body in order to save a little bit of magic power.

The wizards here just lie on the lawn, with a half-opened "Encyclopedia of the Wizarding World" upside down on their chests. The bamboo baskets at hand are filled with soft cakes, sweet mung bean cakes, and maybe two cans. Chilled Green Bee.

The wild cat wandered past the basket, smelled the cake, hesitated for a few seconds, shook its beard, and left nonchalantly. The three-tailed squirrel quietly slipped under the tree, grabbed a few melon seeds from the basket, and then ran away.

Behind it came the mocking laughter of the wizards.

This is the taste of life.

Close your eyes and smell the abundant magic flowing in the air. The depressing, dead and withered atmosphere of the underworld flashes in your mind, feeling the beauty of life.

Squeak.

The door to the ward was pushed open. The young wizard turned around and saw a long horse-like face, holding a quill and holding a noteboard. A stethoscope was hung around his neck. Behind him, a group of young white people were huffing and puffing. robe.

"Your seniors, I just joined the job at the end of July. Come with me today for ward rounds." Dr. Ma grabbed the quill and pointed behind him casually, then stood in front of Zheng Qing's hospital bed and looked at the hanging hanging in front of the bed. Hold the sign and copy the data on it.

Taking this opportunity, Zheng Qing craned his neck to look outside the door, hoping to see some surprise, but unfortunately, there was no other color except the same white wall.

Doctor Ma glanced at the boy while copying: "Want to leave?"

Zheng Qing nodded honestly.

Anyone trapped in a hospital for a month would have thoughts of staying away from this white space. Zheng Qing wanted to run wild in the hunting grounds, close his own shop, lie down in the garden of Qingqiu Mansion and take a nap, and have an adventure in the Silent Forest.

He was even willing to clock in at the library for a week, working nine to five, behave like a monk, copying homework, as long as he no longer drank those bitter, smoking potions.

The only thing I don't want to do is to continue to stay in this three-acre area of ​​​​the campus hospital. Apart from eating, sleeping and walking downstairs, I can no longer do anything else.

Dr. Ma put away the noteboard, put three fingers on Zheng Qing's body, and asked casually while checking, "How are you feeling today?"

"Well... I feel like I can kill a cow now." Zheng Qing caught a glimpse of several beautiful witches among the interns, who were habitually glib.

Sure enough, a chuckle like wind chimes sounded in the ward.

The doctor raised his eyebrows, took out his Dharma book, opened it, grabbed a quill and quickly wrote a spell, then reached out and pressed it, and shouted softly:

"The scalpers are sent from the sky, so my guests will stop being violent!"

The smile on Zheng Qing's face suddenly froze. Before he could think of how to beg for mercy so as not to lose face in front of the witches, he heard an explosion in the void:

"Moo!!"

Immediately, Zheng Qing felt that the entire ward - and even the entire building - was shaking violently. A strong wind with a fishy smell blew past the boy's side, blowing the white gauze curtains hanging on both sides of the window. rattling. Several flower sperm that were chasing and playing in the sunshine outside the window smelled the scent of the wind, and were immediately frightened. They completely forgot that they had wings, screamed, and fell down stiffly.

Thump, thump.

The faint sound of the flower sperm hitting the lawn could be heard outside the window.

Thump, thump.

This was Zheng Qing's heart beating crazily, pumping out hot plasma and flowing along the blood vessels to his limbs. In the blink of an eye, the young wizard's face turned red and his eyes became bright.

He had reason to be nervous.

Because right in front of him, a strong ox was staring at him with eyes as big as Tongling. The yellow ox stepped on both sides of the hospital bed with its two front hooves and its two hind legs on the floor. Its arched shoulders and back were almost touching the roof, and it forcefully suppressed the burning candles.

The elves in white gauze clothes screamed and angrily grabbed the long hair on the ox's back, trying to drive it out of the ward, but their power was too weak. To the ox, they were not even a few. The gadfly has strong harassing power.

Whoosh, whoosh.

The cattle's heavy breathing hit Zheng Qing's face heavily, mixed with the smell of green grass, which made Zheng Qing inexplicably have some appetite. He tried to lean back, trying to stay away from the huge and heavy pressure in front of him, but the hospital bed was so long, and behind him was the smooth and cold wall. Even if he tried hard, there was nowhere to retreat.

"Take it."

Dr. Ma roughly handed Zheng Qing a thick and bulging Dharma book and a quill filled with ink. The pages of the Dharma calligraphy were withered and yellow, and felt a bit harsh to the touch. The tip of the quill pen was brand new, but the feather feathers were piled up in various directions, making it look particularly messy.

The pen is not a good pen, and the book is not a good book, but there is no doubt that both of them can still be used.

Zheng Qing immediately understood Dr. Ma's intention - he was hospitalized because of the backlash caused by lack of magic power. One of the main symptoms was magic power disorder and the inability to use magic power normally. Therefore, if Zheng Qing could prove to the therapists that he could If you use magic power normally, it will naturally be easier to apply for leaving the hospital.

Thinking of this, he ignored the huge bull's head close at hand, grabbed a quill, and quickly copied the spell he was most familiar with in the Dharma book:

"Ge Zhi Tan Xi, give to this cow!"

Dozens of green vines protruded from the void and easily tied the cow into a rice dumpling. Even its tail was not spared, and it was tied tightly to the ox's hind legs.

The interns held their notebooks and whispered to each other.

Dr. Ma did not comment, but simply nodded and pressed his Dharma book: "Zu Zhi Chun Mu."

A flash of clear light passed by, and the huge ox disappeared in the blink of an eye. After losing the ox that filled the room, the small ward suddenly gave people a huge and empty feeling.

"You are ready to be discharged." Dr. Ma waved his hand and led all the interns out of the small ward, leaving only the young wizard waving his fist happily on the hospital bed.