Monster Hunting High School

Growing up, Zheng Qingzheng’s festivals were the Qingming Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival and New Year’s Eve.

Although Chinese Valentine's Day also carries the word "xi", he has never celebrated it seriously once. So when Xiao Xiao held a bouquet of flowers and walked away from their companions in a glamorous way, Zheng Qing was still in a trance for a moment, and his mind Several figures flashed across his face in an instant, and then he shuddered subconsciously.

Should he also do something?

What was he doing on Chinese Valentine's Day last year?

The boy pinched his fingers and counted the days - Chinese Valentine's Day last year was on August 7th, less than two weeks after he received the admission notice from the First University. He had just followed Thomas to Damingfang to buy school supplies, and his mind was filled with thoughts. It’s that weird new world, so how can I have any thoughts about celebrating Chinese Valentine’s Day?

And there was no one to celebrate Chinese Valentine's Day with him.

You must know that a few years ago, or even more than ten years ago, he was also a socialist successor who studied hard and made progress every day. Even if he had a vague feeling with his female classmates, they were only in love with each other. "Etiquette", Chinese Valentine's Day and so on, it's too much.

In contrast, the students in the class that year preferred to celebrate the holiday on April 1st.

As for this year.

The boy tried hard to recall the days after the trial began, especially the second day of the trial.

What were they doing the next day?

Oh, by the way, on the second day of the trial, Fatty Xin used the magic potion he prepared to clean up a nest of Deng's termites, picked out the fattest ones, put them on the iron plate, sprinkled them with seasonings, and roasted them until they were fragrant and oily. He also gave Zheng Qing a small plate.

It's just that Zheng Qing has not yet fully adapted to the old-school wizards' hobby of eating strange foods such as frogs and insects. He passed the plate of roasted termites to Jiang Yu because he saw that the two witches in the team seemed to like the fat wizard. Dark cuisine.

This can be considered a gift, the young public-sponsored student thought anxiously.

He raised his head and found Fatty Xin looking at him with pity.

"What are you doing?" The captain of the Exoneration Hunting Team glared at the fat wizard angrily.

"nothing."

Fatty Xin touched his bare chin, with a hint of compassion in his voice: "Originally I envied the days when you were able to sail a few boats, but today I suddenly understood the old saying - every gain must come with a loss, blessings and misfortunes Self-reliance - have you decided what gift to give them? It's not too ordinary, just like the doctor, I guess there are a dozen elves hidden in his bouquet."

Hiding a singing elf in a bouquet is a widely circulated practice. It is very old-fashioned, but very practical. Imagine that when a witch holds the roses, several delicate, cute elves suddenly appear from the flowers, singing beautiful love songs with their heavenly voices, how wonderful it is.

Of course, this is only for witches with a cheerful personality. If the recipient of flowers is shy and introverted, I am afraid that the elves will be stuffed back into the flower stamens as soon as they show up.

These random thoughts flashed through Zheng Qing's mind, but he didn't even get angry at Fatty Xin's words about "having a foot in a boat". It's also possible that he's become numb to the fat man's nonsense.

boom!

The boy who was walking with his head down bumped heavily into a thick wall of flesh. When he raised his head, Zhang Jixin, who had been walking in front, stopped.

"How many boats does Brother Zha take now?"

The red-faced wizard tilted his head and looked at the other people beside him - in addition to Zheng Qing and Xin, the team also included Dylan who lived in the same dormitory, and Lin Guo who often wandered the pedestrian street. The two witches left together with the other witches in the first square; Lanque also had a lonely personality and could not bear this kind of communication; the little monk Shiyuan even disappeared as soon as he got off the plane.

"President Jiang, Elena, Senior Sister Kolma," the fat man counted them one by one with his fingers, and at the end he added: "...there may be a few little female cats. When school first started at the beginning of the year, we Didn't you help him get rid of the female cat in heat? Maybe he has been raped by a certain female cat before. "

Zheng Qing listened, but he didn't even have the energy to get angry.

"There is no cat, and there is no Senior Sister Kolma." He waved his hand and defended weakly.

The vampire werewolf suddenly flashed to his side, his eyes shining: "Are there Jiang Yu and Elena?"

The young public-funded student was silent for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"What's going on with Elena? Are you still in contact? Are you two in a long-distance relationship?" Fatty Xin used his talent as a reporter and fired a series of questions like a machine gun: "I heard from several other Gypsy international students, The witch coven has decided to let her drop out of school, without giving any specific reasons... Will she still come this semester? "

Zheng Qing became more and more silent.

For some unexplainable reasons, the school did not notify everyone about Elena's accident. Everyone only knew that she was temporarily out of school for a period of time due to physical reasons. After a period of settling, she slowly let out the wind and let her drop out of school, which made her even less noticeable.

The young public-sponsored student subconsciously turned back and glanced in the direction of Sanyou Bookstore.

A few months ago, in the bookstore, he saw the small tree protected by his husband in a transparent ball. In the beginning, he went to the bookstore to find his husband three times in a week, wanting to visit Elena, but They were all rejected by Mr.

Over time, as his studies became heavier and he was in awe of his husband, he went to the bookstore less and less often. Thinking about it carefully, he couldn't remember the last time he thought of Elena - or, the more important reason was Jiang Yu, who made Zheng Qing subconsciously avoid this idea.

The yellow fox in the bookstore once told him that he had already died once, and there was no need to involve the grudges of his 'last life' into 'this life'. The reason why the yellow-breasted civet said this was because Zheng Qing asked it for the dried fish that it had stolen from home the winter before last.

This rhetoric, of course, saves him from the trouble of paying back the dried fish, but more importantly, it makes Zheng Qing seem to have a more comfortable acceptance of his current choice - Elena is already his "previous life" .

"I remember that you gave Elena a talisman on Valentine's Day in February. I can't give you the same thing this time."

Dylan raised his hand and pointed to a large shop with a bright face on the street: "As I said last time, the 'Django-Scarlet Witch' series sold in the mirror paintings is the best gift for witches."

Django Scarlet Witch is a popular lipstick among young witches. But Mr. Vampire Werewolf didn't know that the Gypsy Witch could no longer use lipstick.

Zheng Qing became increasingly depressed.

Haruki Murakami's words flashed across his mind inexplicably - like a cat, only please yourself and ignore others, life may be more exciting.

He really wants to turn into a cat now.

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . _wap.