Monster Hunting High School

"I'm a horse!" A white-robed Alpha freshman yelled, holding the book in his left hand and slapping the open pages with his right hand. The light gray halo spread, and the opponent of the young wizard's legs softened and fell to the ground. Hilda had a satisfied smile on her face. The sun gradually set, and her attitude gradually became gentle. The copper rings and iron nails on the nose and mouth of the young assistant teacher shone in the sun. The vitality of youth, he murmured, turning his head to look at the other side of the crowd. "Ge Zhi... Tan... Xi... Shi Yu... This..." The red-robed Jiuyou freshman dragged out a long tremor and sang the spell in a sharp voice. But it was obvious that the relatively long binding spell required students to breathe more. Many people would fail to finish the spell halfway because of uneven breathing. Hilda frowned slightly, but there was no better way. Only practice makes perfect. Of course, as a former public-funded student of the First University and now a substitute for the practical class, Assistant Hilda does have a trick to quickly master the binding spell.

Because the binding spell is a semi-open spell, the second half of the spell can use appropriate words according to the wizard's own ability.

Wizards with slightly less ability can directly express their needs in the most plain and simple language, such as "Ge Zhiqinxi, trap him!" or "Ge Zhiqinxi, tie him up!".

Hilda believes that if he teaches this method to the young wizards in the Astronomy 08-1 class in front of him, the freshmen who are always out of breath on the lawn will definitely be able to quickly master the binding spell. But correspondingly, Professor Yao Xiaomi with shiny hair from Jiuyou College will definitely break into the assistant's lounge and tear him apart.

After all, this method is too un-"wizard" and too inelegant.

Thinking of elegance, Hilda's eyes can't help but turn to a corner of the lawn.

There, two young red-robed wizards are practicing the binding spell seriously. Compared with other clumsy freshmen, the performance of these two students is perfect.

The short wizard with glasses held his magic book in both hands and muttered something. Two thumb-thick kudzu vines popped out from both sides of his shoulders, like a pair of water-grinded iron spears, smashing, pointing, chopping, blocking, stabbing, grabbing, circling, and picking, showing off their power and frightening.

The student with a tuft of hair on his head opposite the short wizard followed the standard posture in the textbook, holding the book in his left hand and pressing the pages with his right hand, and muttering something. The kudzu vines he summoned stretched out from his ribs, four on each side, like an octopus in the deep sea, waving its tentacles without leaking a drop of water, and letting his opponent do whatever he wanted, he stood still.

Yes, these two students did not practice spells like others, going back and forth.

They were already able to command the summoned kudzu vines to make many agile movements.

This ability is rare even among senior students.

Hilda did not flip through the roster in her arms.

He had an impression of these two students.

On the First University's special plane for admission, when the unexpected female demon released her demonic energy wantonly, the two boys stood at the front of all the students.

Even though they were exhausted, they did not retreat.

This impressed him deeply.

One was Zheng Qing, a public-funded student of Jiuyou College this year; the other was Xiao Xiao, a special student of the First University.

Although their identities were very special, these two surnames were not outstanding in the wizarding world. The public-funded student surnamed Zheng had not even received secondary education for wizards before entering the First University.

After Thomas reported this matter, it was once widely circulated among the teaching assistants.

Many people began to wonder whether the school's roster was somewhat unstable with the departure of the principal.

Of course, after the school announced the results of the public-funded student's wizard college entrance examination, these rumors immediately stopped silently.

No one would doubt the authority of the global wizard college entrance examination.

Thoughts were like grass leaves flying in the air, without any direction. When Hilda admired the smooth performance of the two young wizards, she suddenly had another idea.

Should we reward them with a credit?

The teaching assistant thought for a moment and finally gave up this tempting idea.

Although the demonstration of the two freshmen was very elegant, perhaps their magic power was slightly insufficient, and the kudzu vines they summoned were only as thick as a thumb.

This small flaw would definitely be questioned.

The small-scale riot caused by the credit he awarded to the sparring student not long ago was still vivid in his mind. The young practical class teacher now only prayed that this class could end steadily.

I can't ask for more.

If Zheng Qing knew what the practical class teacher was thinking, he would definitely want to cry without tears.

It's not that he and Xiao Xiao couldn't summon more powerful kudzu vines, but in line with the principle of saving effort and not wasting, the young public student could only summon vines that could resist the attack of Master Xiao.

Of course, the more important reason was that he was chatting with Xiao Xiao.

Since he found that he could drive the kudzu vines with just his eyes and thoughts, Zheng Qing naturally wouldn't waste this free time.

The mumbling that Hilda saw was not to maintain the spell, but two people chatting.

"What do you think Matthew's last words meant?" Zheng Qing stared at the eight-knotted vine in front of him and pondered.

He was still worried about Matthew Cullen's last words not long ago.

"Just ignore it." Xiao Xiao ignored the topic without caring. While Zheng Qing was distracted, a slender rattan suddenly poked out from under his ribs. Like a long worm looking for food, it instantly bounced back and forth between the pockets of Zheng Qing's robe.

"If you were my enemy, I would be dead." Zheng Qing raised his hands and said the words to admit defeat first.

"What are you going to do with it?" Xiao Xiao put away the two kudzu vines on his shoulders and gestured to the small vine under his ribs.

Zheng Qing took a closer look and saw a familiar opal ring rolled on the top of the slender rattan.

"You can go to the pedestrian street to earn pocket money." Zheng Qing touched his empty pocket and couldn't help but said sarcastically.

"You two are playing so beautifully. The girls over there are all staring." Fatty Xin appeared out of nowhere, squeezed between the two of them, fanned the wind with one hand, and grabbed the hanging hanging from the kudzu vine with the other. magic ring, curiously asked: "What, don't you want this ring?"

Zheng Qing frowned, looking at the sweat stains on the fat man's hands, but said nothing.

"The key is not the ring." Zhang Jixin crossed his arms, stood beside a few people, and said with a serious face: "You should now consider whether they will make subsequent moves... This is very important."

"This is also very troublesome." Fatty Xin shook his head and threw the ring back to Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing took the slippery ring and rubbed it casually on his robe.

"Do you want to report it to the teacher?" After he put the magic ring into his pocket again, he carefully glanced at Hilda who was walking around, hesitated, and asked, "Maybe the school can stop their unscrupulous behavior?"

Since childhood, as a good and obedient student, whenever he encountered such disputes between students, he was always used to solving the trouble through the teacher.

"You are a publicly funded student of Jiuyou College!" Fatty Xin looked at him with strange eyes: "And you are a college student! Don't always report to the teacher or find the school... It's very embarrassing!"

Zheng Qing choked and blushed.

"Evidence." Xiao Xiao rejected his idea from another angle: "You two did not have a conflict. So, if there is no proper reason, why should the teacher or the school severely punish him? Just because you are a publicly funded student. ?”

"This kind of thing is obvious at a glance." Zheng Qing muttered.

"Unless you catch evidence that he cursed you on the spot, this kind of thing completely falls within the scope of 'free conscience'." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and added:

"In fact, there is no grudge between you and Andrew Taylor - this does not identify his motive for harming you. What's more, for the wizard, there are hundreds of ways to explain why he stole your blood ”

"For example, he plans to give you a birthday surprise." Fatty Xin said in a disgusting tone: "It's like a magic ring of blood sacrifice."

"My birthday is in May," Zheng Qing forced a smile: "This reason can be ruled out."

"Instead of worrying about those unprovoked attacks, it is better to plan your schedule for tomorrow and the next two days." Xiao Xiao suddenly raised his head, squinted his eyes, looked at Zheng Qing, and said in a very sure tone: "After you and Yi Did Lian Na forget something before the appointment? "

Zheng Qing grabbed the Dharma book's arm and froze it in mid-air, stunned.

"Some people forget that after doing their morning work in the morning, they have to go back and take a nap." Fatty Xin said in a long voice.

"Some people forget that they don't take a lunch break at noon, and their eyes will be swollen like peaches in the afternoon." Zhang Jixin also added in a weird way next to him.

"The most terrible thing is that someone forgot to patrol on Saturday night." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and looked at Zheng Qing expressionlessly: "I gave the rest time in the afternoon to others."

"Oh! Sheite!" Zheng Qing hit his left palm hard with his right fist and cursed.

Just now I was just looking at those beautiful big eyes and completely forgot about the patrol I had to make.