Monster Hunting High School

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Flying cranes are an ancient way for wizards to communicate information. 【 .】

A piece of letterhead with talisman paper as the background and a few simple incantations can carry many words between different wizards.

Even in the modern era with all kinds of more convenient magic, this fun and artistic communication method is still popular in First University.

Especially between young wizards and wizards, paper cranes are the only way to convey friendship.

The school once held a 'Flying Crane Association', where young wizards and witches each folded their own flying cranes, wrote their own messages on them, and then let them fly together and catch them together.

The sky is full of colors and colors, which makes people think a lot.

No matter who is caught, it is fate.

However, with the widespread spread of various evil curses, wizards have become more and more strict about their own information, and the Feihe Association has gradually declined.

To this day, in the wizarding world, it is estimated that only the campus of First University still has many paper cranes flying.

Just like this one in front of me.

The broad wings, slender neck, and extremely exquisite structure. If it hadn't been dazzling in front of Zheng Qing's eyes for a long time, he might still have mistakenly thought it was a dancing butterfly.

Zheng Qing stretched out his hand, spread his palm, and hung it in the air.

The blue-black paper crane fluttered its wings and circled around him again and again, and finally landed peacefully. Even so, it did not spread out its body immediately. Instead, it poked its pointed head and pecked at Zheng Qing's hand.

Zheng Qing held back some discomfort and allowed this little thing to do whatever he wanted.

This is a necessary process for modern Feihe to pass down letters. In order to ensure that Feihe conveys the message to the right person, Feihe needs to analyze the recipient's aura before opening the letter. If violence is used to dismantle the flying crane, the runes imprinted on the letter paper will immediately turn the little paper crane into ashes.

The little fox lying on Zheng Qing's shoulder was very interested in this little thing that was dancing just now.

It also mistook it for a butterfly.

In pet gardens, butterfly hunting has always been a favorite activity for many small animals.

The little fox hooked its tail around Zheng Qing's neck and crept forward along Zheng Qing's arms, ready to pounce.

"This is not okay." Zheng Qing grabbed its top coat, lifted it to the ground, and lectured: "Don't catch anything with wings when you see it. What if it is poisonous? Too much curiosity will kill the cat. ”

After saying this, he was stunned. A strong sense of déjà vu came over him, as if he had actually seen the cat swooping on the butterfly and dying. But after pondering for a long time, I still couldn't figure it out.

Poseidon was very dissatisfied with his master's lesson. He screamed, flicked his tail and ran into the soft lawn, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

When Zheng Qing came to his senses, the little fox was gone, and the blue-black paper crane in his hand had stretched out.

Zheng Qing didn't look up or read the text, his eyes fell directly on the end of the letter.

"Elena Jones." He whispered the name softly, and a bright smile slowly bloomed on his face.

"I never knew her last name was Jones." Zheng Qing looked at Xiao Xiao happily, with a proud face.

"You are so awesome." Xiao Xiao mocked in a sarcastic tone.

Zheng Qing carefully folded the letter, resisted the urge to read it immediately, and ran quickly to the dormitory.

"Why are you running so fast?" Xiao Xiao asked in a loud voice from behind.

"Clean your hands and burn incense." Zheng Qing shouted, running more vigorously.

Not long after, he turned back a few steps and shouted to Xiao Xiao: "Remember to buy breakfast!"

The campus was exceptionally quiet on Saturday morning.

Except for a few people who returned from morning exercise, most people were still immersed in the dream of vacation.

Zheng Qing hummed a little tune and raced all the way.

The sky is so blue, the sun is so bright, the wind is not noisy at all, and the birds are singing to themselves.

What a wonderful morning.

Dormitory 403 was still dark, the curtains had not been completely opened, and cats and people were purring one after another. It was almost the same as when he left in the morning.

"She has a letter!" Zheng Qing rushed into the dormitory and shouted excitedly, startling the elves sitting in a daze on the balcony.

"Xixi, Xixi!" They suddenly fluttered their wings and came over curiously.

"Congratulations." Fatty Xin buried his head in the bed and expressed his congratulations feebly in a drawl.

"Aw..." Tuantuan didn't hesitate to praise him.

Only Dylan's bed remained silent.

Zheng Qing didn't take it seriously.

This vampire werewolf has always been mysterious and mysterious lately, and I don’t know what he is doing. I haven't returned to the dormitory for several days.

After cleansing his hands and burning incense, Zheng Qing prayed silently for a moment and reopened the folded letter.

"Dear classmate Zheng Qing, hello Xin'an."

She wrote "Dear", Zheng Qing licked his lips, with a reserved smile on his face.

"...I'm very sorry that I need to contact the Wizard Tower today, and the gypsy witch international students have a special prayer ceremony tonight, so I can't ask you for advice on talismans today..."

Special prayer? Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows curiously, but he didn't care.

For most wizards, in addition to endless experiments, what runs through life is all kinds of rituals.

Praying to heaven and earth, talking to gods, making deals with devils, and so on.

As a long-standing tradition of magicians, it is not surprising that Gypsy witches have several inexplicable prayer rituals.

"...If you don't mind, then at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, I will be waiting for you near the third window in the east area of ​​Shushan Hall. There are several places reserved by the school for us gypsy witches..."

When Zheng Qing saw this, he could no longer contain his inner joy, and a silly smile appeared on his face.

When Xiao Xiao returned to the dormitory with breakfast, he immediately noticed his smile.

"You look like you've eaten low-quality 'happy powder'," the short special admissions student taught him as he walked to the balcony and completely opened the covering curtains.

"Ouch..."

"Ouch..."

Two wails sounded from Fatty Xin's bed, but he didn't know which one was a human and which one was a cat.

"Eat!" Xiao Xiao hummed heavily.

The fat man's six-poster bed immediately reminded him of the creaking and groaning.

Tuantuan didn't need to put on any clothes, so she took the lead in breaking through the curtain, shaking her fluffy fur, and lay down obediently by Xiao Xiao's hand.

After a while, Fatty Xin shuffled over to the desk in his pajamas with eyes dazed.

Only Zheng Qing still held the piece of paper and looked at it happily, over and over again.

"Yours, braised chicken legs." Xiao Xiao threw the fragrant braised lunch box to Tuantuan.

Fatty Xin looked at it with envy and licked the corners of his mouth.

"Yours, four cups of porridge." Xiao Xiao lined up four cups of thick porridge of different colors and placed them in front of Fatty Xin: "Millet and pumpkin porridge, preserved egg and lean meat porridge, lily and lotus seed porridge, and white porridge."

"What I eat is not as good as a cat." Fatty Xin muttered dejectedly.

Tuantuan screamed, his voice full of pride.

"If you don't hold on to the flower in the bowl, you can eat other things." Xiao Xiao fiercely inserted several thick straws into the cup in front of the fat man: "Do you think it is easy to buy so much porridge? ?”

Fatty Xin obediently lowered his head and drank his breakfast, expressing no objection.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Xiao Xiao turned around and glared at Zheng Qing.

"Beautiful beauty is delicious~~ Beautiful beauty is delicious~" Zheng Qing sang while shaking his head, looking like he was possessed, and had no intention of paying attention to him. www reading,.