Monster Hunting High School

Near noon, Dylan climbed out of the coffin first and left the dormitory to attend the Beginning of Winter luncheon.

Zheng Qing didn't know why a large group of sublunar creatures chose to hold a banquet at noon. He secretly speculated that it was probably to capture the initial chilling atmosphere of the Beginning of Winter to show his struggle against this time period?

Later, the fat wizard, who was still dissatisfied after revising the manuscript three times, finally lost his patience. He dropped his quill, folded the parchment hastily, stuffed it into his arms and went to the school newspaper editing room.

As for Dr. Xiao, he stayed in the library after morning class and didn't even come back for lunch. This made the young government-funded student who wanted to share the fun of frog meat dumplings with him quite regretful.

For a time, only Zheng Qing, Sha Mao, and those carefree elves were left in dormitory 403. The young public-sponsored student patiently worked on his homework alone and tenaciously all afternoon. As soon as it got dark, he couldn't control the anxiety in his heart. He took out the warm ampoule that he had squeezed a long time ago and sniffed it through the glass bottle. There is a restless transformation potion inside.

This is the sixth time this week that he's turned into a cat.

In fact, Zheng Qing felt that he could completely throw away the ampoule and transform on his own - just like the potion in his hand, which had long passed its expiration date, it did not affect him at all from absorbing some kind of 'faith' from the bottle.

The reason why it has not been lost is actually a certain degree of path dependence. This is the inevitable negative consequence of all magic practices that rely on potions, like a baby getting rid of a pacifier, requiring a long and difficult withdrawal process.

Not long after, the black cat appeared under the cat fruit tree.

There were not many fruits on the tree at the moment, but there were figures chasing and playing in twos and threes under the tree. After noticing the scent of the black cat on the tree, the big and small kittens under the tree sighed in disappointment and climbed up to their own branches.

The black cat does not understand the logic of this behavior within the cat group, or when it was born. It just lay on its own throne, resting its head on one of its paws, and used the sharp edge between its other toes to carve traces of waiting on the rough and flat throne.

It waited until the moon was in the sky and the branches were covered with fruits, but it still didn't get the results it wanted.

The white cat didn't come today.

But unexpectedly, a wizard wearing a white mask came. When he saw the figure of the sinner, Black Cat silently calculated in his heart, and then suddenly realized that today is another Saturday.

Transparent people have no sense of time.

"It's quite early today!"

The wizard wearing a white mask waved to the black cat in the tree, and his figure flashed and appeared on a nearby branch, making the furballs on that finger roar with anger.

The black cat glanced at him and twitched its ears in response.

"Today is the seventh time you have participated in the seven deadly sins assessment, and it is also the last assessment the club will give you."

The sinner didn't pay attention to Black Cat's rudeness, and said with some emotion in his tone: "Unknowingly, another two months have passed... Where has my time gone... What a terrible acceleration of life... I don’t know what the relationship between life and time is like in the eyes of those beings who have a dream for a thousand years and a vision for ten thousand years.”

Zheng Qing had heard of the concept of life acceleration before.

From the moment a person is born, life begins to accelerate. Because the initial speed is very low, life feels like it passes very slowly when he is a child. However, the older he gets and the longer he lives, the faster the passage of life will become with the effect of acceleration. The faster, so that when you suddenly look back one day, you will be surprised to find that one year as an adult seems to be shorter than one month as a child.

This concept was born in classical magic theory, and now few wizards refer to it, because in some cases, this concept will lead to paradoxes.

Like now.

When the sinner uttered this term, the black cat's originally lying ears stood up involuntarily, and its paws that had been scratching out of boredom stopped, and it silently calculated in its heart for a moment.

Then it realized that it had only been a year and a half since he came to First University - if calculated based on the splendor of his life and the content of his experiences, these one and a half years far exceeded the eighteen years before his life.

In other words, during this year and a half, its life acceleration was negative, not positive.

But in a smaller dimension, for example this week, as a transparent person, Zheng Qing's life acceleration has become positive again, because he has not felt anything yet, and a week has passed like this.

"Time...tsk...what a fascinating concept."

The black cat muttered, shook his head, and finally gave up thinking about this profound and complicated proposition, and looked under the tree: "That pig head is my examiner today?"

"Pig head?" The wizard wearing a white mask stretched his neck to look under the tree, and immediately greeted happily: "Good evening, Beelzebub!"

"Not good at all." came a vague reply from under the tree.

The black cat noticed that the muffled voice was not the poor tone of Beelzebub under the tree, but that when he was speaking, he was holding a whole roast chicken in one hand and gnawing at it, his whole mouth full of Stuffed to the brim.

This gave him an inexplicably familiar feeling of déjà vu.

But at the same time, he was very sure that the guy in front of him was not Fatty Xin, because the fat wizard knew his identity.

"The 'greed' among the seven deadly sins is codenamed 'Beelzebub', and the mask is a pig's head." The sinner introduced the black cat beside him in a very smooth manner, and at the same time complained: "Actually, he likes to wear fly masks... but Everyone was opposed to a bunch of buzzing bugs in the conference room, so they settled for the next best thing and allowed him to eat in the conference room.”

When a man and a cat in the tree spoke in a low voice.

Under the tree, the pig-headed wizard holding a roast chicken was raising his neck and looking carefully at the black cat with smooth and shiny fur. His eyes were full of greed, as if he was looking at a piece of braised meat.

This made it feel a little uncomfortable and a little annoyed, so it simply stood up and jumped down from the tree.

The sinner also fell aside.

"Did you tell him to go on a diet last week?" The pig-headed wizard played with a bone and put it into his arms. His voice finally became clearer: "I don't think this cat has been hungry for three days."

"A diet? Three days of starvation?" The black cat's head was full of questions, and he tilted his head to look at the sinner.

The wizard wearing a white mask exaggeratedly slapped his forehead: "Oh, oh, mistake, mistake... Last week everyone was in a hurry to participate in the parade, and in the moment of anxiety, they forgot about this!"

As he spoke, he bowed ninety degrees to the black cat very neatly: "Beelzebub asked me to remind you that starving for a few days will be helpful for today's assessment... but I forgot. I'm sorry."

"What kind of assessment requires a hungry cat to participate?" The black cat was puzzled and looked at Beelzebub.

The wizard wearing a pig head mask asked back: "Did you participate in last week's parade? How did it feel? Were there any straw burners?"

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