Monster Hunting High School

After leaving Qingqiu Mansion, Zheng Qing did not return to the dormitory immediately. Instead, he took the authorization letter signed by Su Shijun and went straight to the library. He filled out the relevant application materials for the Confirmation Instructor of the Forgiveness Hunting Team before closing, and then folded it. A large paper crane, about a foot tall, sent the information to the hunting committee.

Watching the paper crane leave gracefully, the wizard breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to worry.

He seemed to have heard the hustle and bustle in the student union office tomorrow morning, and saw the excited faces blocking the door of the Astronomy Class 08-1 classroom looking in.

Of course, there were things he needed to worry about earlier than 'tomorrow's troubles'.

For example, how to explain this matter to his companions - he must tell all the hunters about Su Shijun's appointment as the forgiveness instructor before the matter escalates, and withstand the first round of 'bombing' - he can completely treat it as tomorrow The young wizard was enjoying the rehearsal of the show, and this thought flashed through his mind.

Full of sorrow and dragging his heavy steps, Zheng Qing walked through the school for half an hour. Zheng Qing still couldn't find an excuse to get the best of both worlds, but the dormitory mountain was already in front of him.

"Walking in and out at night, don't you worry?"

After the little bronze beast guarding the door swiped the wizard's student card, he cursed, opened the closed dormitory door with his tail, and complained at the same time: "If I have the power to deduct credits..."

Zheng Qing quickly took out a handful of ocher smoke balls from his pocket and stuffed them into Master Ni.

After the little bronze beast got the 'bribe', it stopped for a moment and retreated into the foot-high doorway, puffing out clouds and mist.

The silver-white corridor behind the door was as empty and quiet as ever.

"It's a blessing, not a curse, it's a curse that cannot be avoided!"

After the young public-sponsored student cheered himself up from the bottom of his heart, he pushed the door open and tried his best to look cheerful: "Good news! Good news... where is the person?"

There was no one in dormitory 403.

There was only one fat cat lying lazily on the desk, and a dozen elves lying on the cat's back, snoring together. Hearing the wizard's voice, the fat cat barely raised an eyelid and shook its beard to show welcome. But the elves flew up from the cat's back in a hurry, looking for hot towels or preparing hot tea and snacks. Boys catch the wind.

"Where are they?"

Zheng Qing took the hot towel, wiped his face, then took a strawberry and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing it, he looked around: "It's understandable that Dylan is not here. He has classes in the evening... Where are the two guys?"

As he spoke, he took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time.

It's a quarter past ten in the evening, already late at night, and both the library and the study room are closed at this time. Even if you want to find the instructor, now is not a good time. And there is no hunting team training mission tonight.

"Xixi~"

Several elves waved their arms, chirped, and tried their best to gesture to Zheng Qing. The wizard couldn't quite see or understand, but he noticed a piece of yellow and white cat hair on an elf's gauze skirt.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. I'll just fly a paper crane for them. You can continue to rest." He comforted and hung these elves on Tuantuan again.

The fat cat swung its tail in dissatisfaction, but in the end it did not shake the little guys off its back.

Paper cranes are more efficient at night than during the day, because during the day there are always various birds intercepting them and playing tricks on these clumsy magical creations. But at night, the birds go to bed early, and without the path-cutting bully, the paper cranes Their efficiency will naturally increase.

In less than five minutes, Zheng Qing received a reply from Xiao Xiao.

There are only two words on the letter paper.

Cold dew.

Zheng Qing suddenly woke up - today is October 8, Thursday, August 20 on the lunar calendar, which coincides with the cold dew season. During the potions class in the morning, Professor Li also reminded the class to remember to collect cold dew to prepare potions tonight. But after being exhausted all day long, the wizard had already forgotten this matter.

He screamed, dropped the letter in his hand, and ran out of the dormitory.

Unsurprisingly, the little bronze beast guarding the dormitory door downstairs was woken up again and sprayed several clouds of thick black smoke at the wizard. It made him burst into tears and blurred his vision, and he could hardly find the Herb Garden. entrance.

Baicao Garden is where the students collect cold dew tonight.

When Zheng Qing rushed to the garden, some people had already collected enough dew and left early. Only the slightly obsessive-compulsive guy like Xiao Xiao, and a few people who had forgiven him, were looking for the purest leaf by leaf. of dew.

As the boy approached, he happened to hear Dr. Xiao Da’s explanation voice:

"...Although cold dew is used as medicine to take its 'yin-cold' qi, the dew collected in ordinary copper dew trays is invaded by the metal qi, which over-amplifies the 'yin-cold' and is not beautiful...so we need to Look for cold dew that has been neutralized by wood energy, and the reaction will be milder when used as medicine.”

"Is there no difference in the effect of cold dew on different leaves?" Zheng Qing asked.

Several people with their backs to him turned around.

"Fuck!"

Fatty Xin, who was closest to Zheng Qing, shrank back in fear and almost fell to the ground: "What a ghost... I almost thought I saw a Santa Claus?"

Zheng Qing blinked and looked down at his clothes, not understanding the meaning of this sentence.

Jiang Yu waved her hand to summon a water mirror, placed it in front of the boy, and handed over a handkerchief.

With the magic light around him, Zheng Qing saw his face in the mirror was dark, as if he had just climbed out of the chimney.

He couldn't help but sigh, took the handkerchief, looked at the beautiful patterns on it, and smelled the quiet fragrance on the handkerchief, but he couldn't wipe his dirty face directly, so he simply called out a water ball and washed his face with a huff. .

"Master Ni Wu?" Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and asked firmly.

"After all, the old man must have a bad temper if his sleep is disturbed repeatedly." Zheng Qing wiped his face with a handkerchief, muttered, looked around, and said happily: "Fortunately, Li Meng is not here...otherwise she would have fainted again. "

"It's not funny at all." Fatty Xin rubbed his stiff cheeks, calmed down, and then asked: "Why are you here so late? The monitor almost went to the school working committee to report missing."

Zheng Qing smiled apologetically at the witch, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally told the truth: "I was busy in the library for a while... and submitted the instructor's confirmation materials."

This sentence immediately attracted all the attention of several wizards, making them forget about teasing Jiang Yu.

"It's done?" Zhang Jixin confirmed happily.

Zheng Qing nodded affirmatively.

"You're not lying to us," the fat wizard looked at the young public-sponsored student suspiciously: "Everyone has been busy for so long and still hasn't figured it out. Why did you just go out for a walk and finalize it..."

"How else can I be your captain?" Zheng Qing replied with a smile.

"Who is the instructor?" Xiao Xiao was more concerned about the specific candidate.

"Su Shijun."

Zheng Qing replied very simply, with a hint of refreshment after having relieved his burden - as the saying goes, if a person dies and a bird looks up to the sky, he will not die for tens of millions of years. Some things must be faced after all, and early death and early rebirth are inevitable.