Monster Hunting High School

Hearing Zhang Jixin's tragic experience, the three audience members gasped in unison.

Zheng Qing was not sure for a moment whether Zhang Jixin was more pitiable or his father who was over 40 years old but still wanted to be beaten. At the same time, he suddenly felt that his experience of lying in the school hospital did not seem so miserable.

But now that Zhang Jixin has been beaten, what about the others?

He subconsciously turned to look at Xiao Xiao and Fatty Xin.

"Don't look at me, I didn't get beaten."

Fatty Xin took out a piece of dried meat at some point and chewed it hard. He seemed to be suppressing his shock, so his voice was a little vague: "Except for you and the professor, no one knows that I went to the Black Prison..."

"I'd rather take a beating."

Xiao Xiao sighed heavily and patted the black-shell notebook under his hand, with a hint of melancholy on his face: "But my dad rewarded me with a new notebook... I said I had it, and he said I could leave it to him. grandson."

Zheng Qing didn't know if he should smile here to show respect.

He thought for a while and decided to replace the impolite laughter with a question: "Why are you rewarded?"

Xiao Xiao glanced at him in surprise: "Don't you know? As a recorder, it is such a great thing to be able to witness the battle between wizards and demons, record the fall of great wizards and even legends, and participate in the promotion of an ancient person. A glorious thing..."

The smile on Zheng Qing's face gradually faded. While paying attention to the expressions of the other two companions, he cautiously probed: "The legend fell... did you see it? You should be unconscious like us."

The other two companions didn't seem to hear his question.

Zhang Jixin frowned, as if he was still thinking about whether to tell him what he was struggling with; Fatty Xin looked like he was concentrating on the dried meat in his hand, but his chewing noise was obviously much quieter.

Xiao Xiao squinted his eyes, glanced at the young public-funded student, patted the black notebook on the table, and replied softly: "I don't need to keep my eyes open...it can record the things that should be recorded. But it is different from me personally recording the things." Than, its records lack a more comprehensive description and will appear a bit dry... For example, in the Black Prison, the last few lines in the notebook are only "A certain year, a certain day, a certain month, a certain time, a certain legend fell in a certain place; a certain legend died in a certain place; "Promoted to be an Ancient One somewhere... If I were to write it myself, I could expand these two sentences into a narrative of tens of thousands of words."

This kid is still the same talkative person.

This thought flashed through Zheng Qing's mind, and he forgot about the interface for a moment.

Fortunately, Zhang Jixin also made up his mind at this time, made a gesture to get closer to his companions, and lowered his voice: "I just heard this, don't spread it randomly...especially you, fat man, if I hear If there is any bad news..."

"There will be five thunderbolts from heaven! All my snacks are for you! Tuantuan is also yours!" The fat man hurriedly swallowed the dried meat in his mouth, raised his right hand, and swore three poisonous oaths in succession.

Perhaps to reassure his companions, or perhaps to let them see his determination, he even broke off the quill in his hand and threw it aside.

This neat attitude made Zhang Jixin speechless.

After a pause, he looked around and continued to whisper: "I just heard, well, during the previous war, someone in the school put the guys from the Dark Parliament into the black prison, which caused the school's combat plan to not be completed successfully... It seems that Vice Principal Shi did not go further and went to the Grand Wizard Conference because of this incident."

"I heard that the school has been secretly searching for the traitor in the past few months... I guess Vice Principal Shi is very angry now, so he might ask the people from the Three-pronged Sword to help with the investigation."

"What does this have to do with the three-pronged sword?" Fatty Xin asked in a low voice.

"Nude, the current director of the Trident Sword, is a student of Vice-Principal Shi, and he was personally helped to that position by Vice-Principal Shi." Xiao Xiao answered concisely.

The fat man suddenly understood.

Bang bang bang! !

The loud sound of the noteboard hitting the desk reverberated throughout the classroom. Several boys subconsciously closed their mouths and shrank their heads, thinking that their "monstrous words" had been exposed. But soon, several people realized that it was The monitor, Downton, asked the students to be silent.

The four of them quietly tidied up the tables and chairs and took their seats.

Almost at the same time, the noise and bustle in the classroom gradually disappeared, and everyone turned their attention to the place where the noise was coming from in front of the classroom.

On the podium, the two monitors of Astronomy Class 08-1, one on the left and one on the right, looked serious.

"Quiet!"

Downton, who was standing on the left, knocked on the desk again, paused, and then continued: "Today's class meeting is not a regular meeting, so the professor will not come. Classmate Jiang Yu and I will host it..."

When I heard that the professor would not be arriving, the solemnity that had just been accumulated in the classroom suddenly disappeared, and I could clearly feel a solemn atmosphere leaking out.

"Which professor?" Fatty Xin was the first to raise his hand and asked the question he was most concerned about: "Is it Professor Yao, Professor Yi from the Divination class, or Professor Li from the Potions class?"

There were countless people in the class who were concerned about this matter, and they all started making noises after hearing this.

Downton was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted. He banged the noteboard in his hand and shouted, "Quiet! Professor Yao is still our counselor. If you don't want to be deducted by the professor before school officially starts, you'd better be honest!"

After pulling off the tiger skin, the commotion in the classroom gradually subsided.

Taking this opportunity, Jiang Yu, who was standing on the right side of the podium, took a step forward, looked around, and said succinctly: "There will be three things in class today. The first thing is to collect summer homework. For students who have not submitted it, we can wait until 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. Before the bell; the second thing is that before September 1st, everyone should confirm the courses they have taken this year and submit the class schedule; the third thing is about the trial meeting tomorrow, please let Mr. Downton explain the relevant arrangements to everyone in detail."

"As for the final exam results and the quota for public-funded students in the new school year, Professor Yao will personally tell everyone at the class meeting on the evening of August 31st after the trial meeting."

After saying that, she motioned to the wizard beside her with her eyes.

Downton did not give everyone in the audience time to whisper, and immediately said: "The trial will start at nine o'clock tomorrow morning and last until nine o'clock in the evening on August 31st, a total of seven days; for the sake of fairness, this trial will The location is kept secret, the content of the trial is kept secret, and the trial method is kept secret..."

"It's a secret. Why are you telling us?" Some students in the audience immediately booed.

Downton rarely showed a trace of confusion on his face, but he still maintained his usual steady temperament and continued without changing his expression: "...the meeting point is in the first hall. Everyone is allowed to bring blank Dharma books, quill pens, cinnabar, and blank charms. Paper, unadjusted potions, pets, alchemy war figures, amulets, and robes are not allowed... Students who violate relevant regulations will be eliminated early in the trial, and those eliminated will have 30% of their mid-term grades deducted, and their final grades will be deducted. Twenty percent off.”

Once this punishment was announced, everyone was in an uproar.