Monster Hunting High School

The next day is Tuesday.

After the divination class in the morning, while Jiang Yu went to the office building to hand in her homework, Zheng Qing quietly dragged Li Meng into the woods next to the office building, intending to make a deal with her.

The content of the transaction was Jiang Yu’s ‘movements’ the night before yesterday.

Although the doctor had speculated that the person who 'beat up' those students might be Jiang Yu, there was no concrete evidence; and Zheng Qing himself definitely did not have the courage to stand in front of the witch and look into her eyes to ask about this matter.

After all, the root of all trouble lies in his relationship with Su Shijun.

It's really a dilemma.

"A handkerchief! It must have been used by Senator Su!"

Classmate Li Meng raised a finger and glared at the young government-funded student in front of him with gritted teeth. On the one hand, he hated his scumbag behavior of having two things to do, but on the other hand, he was reluctant to give up this channel that allowed him to get close to his idol. He simply kept silent in his heart. Beat up Zheng Qing while making deals with him in reality.

It was a pity that Zheng Qing didn't have the handkerchiefs used by Su Shijun. He had the opportunity to sneak out one or two, but he was worried that the next time he entered Qingqiu Mansion, the owner or the head maid would pick them up by the neck and throw them out the door.

"You can ask Poseidon to help!" Li Meng maliciously gave a suggestion that sounded very 'reliable': "Let it be stolen and pretend to be torn, so no one will trace it, right? "

How can you teach a child to lie or steal?

Zheng Qing glanced at her sideways, paused for a moment with his hand that had already been put into the gray cloth bag, and finally shook his head, then took out a book "Records of Spiritual Experience" written by Anonymous, and waved it in front of the little witch: "I have a handkerchief. No, but I have a book here that should meet your requirements... This book has her personal signature and is much more precious than a handkerchief... Do you want it?"

"want!"

Classmate Li Meng took the book angrily but happily, but his next sentence caught Zheng Qing off guard: "It was not my sister who did it that night."

"No?" Zheng Qing raised his voice slightly, his tone full of doubt.

"It was Li Neng who took action."

The little witch's second sentence took a twist and gave another unexpected answer: "Don't tell your cousin that it was me who said it... In short, it was my sister who made the arrangements. She was doing divination in the dormitory at night, and she was so troubled. I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, but she really didn't do anything...it was all Li Neng's fault!"

Li Neng?

That fluffy dog ​​pretending to be a bear?

An image of a furry little bear riding on the neck of a certain wizard suddenly appeared in Zheng Qing's mind, waving two soft 'bear paws' and shooting left and right, beating the wizard wildly.

He couldn't help shaking his head vigorously, trying to get rid of this slightly funny scene.

"Don't look down on the stuffed toy! It's really capable!" As if sensing the distrust in the wizard's eyes, the little witch waved the signed book in her hand unhappily.

"No, no, no, I don't mean that." The young public-funded student waved his hands repeatedly, glanced at the direction of the office building, and considered: "But, if I remember correctly, the school should prohibit students from bringing such dangerous magical creatures, right?"

"Can Li be considered a 'creature'?" The little witch asked with a hint of cunning and confidence in her eyes.

Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment: "...Puppets refined by witchcraft are not allowed to enter the school."

"It's a 'puppet refined by black magic'." Li Meng looked at the boy with a look of disdain: "You are still a public student, so don't you read carefully the precautions on the book list every year? Don't you also raise a group of children? Elf? If the school doesn’t allow students to bring puppets, why aren’t those elves confiscated?”

Whether the elf is a living thing or a puppet is a very complicated topic. Zheng Qing does not intend to argue with the classmate in front of him at this time.

He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.

Now that you know the truth of the matter, there is no need to continue to listen to the little bee in front of you stinging yourself.

Before leaving, he looked at classmate Li Meng who was happily stroking the book, and couldn't help but curiously asked: "I remember that you have a good relationship with Su Ya. Didn't you ask her to help you get out of the mansion?" Bring some handkerchiefs?"

"Of course I asked her to help."

A rare trace of regret appeared on Li Meng's face: "Su Ya helped me 'bring out' five pieces... Unfortunately, the head maid of the mansion found her out later and beat her half to death, and then she refused to bring him out again... Don't tell your cousin about this! If you talk nonsense, I will tell my cousin that you asked me to help steal her..."

Zheng Qing didn't wait for her to finish, and quickly made a zipper movement on his lips. At the same time, he silently mourned for poor Su Ya for a second in his heart.

Li Meng nodded with satisfaction and took back the last few words.

"As long as you don't talk nonsense, I'll let you see my collection." As she said this, she opened her small schoolbag, took out a palm-sized mahogany box from the bottom of the mezzanine, and then took the key from her neck. , opened the copper lock on the mahogany box, opened the lid, and found five cyan handkerchiefs neatly folded inside, with a circle of colorful petals scattered around them.

It is indeed a treasure.

Zheng Qing complained in his heart. At the same time, he felt that it was a bit weird to look at a few handkerchiefs with Li Meng mysteriously here. He couldn't help but remind him: "Okay, okay, put it away quickly. Be careful not to get caught by insects on the tree." ...I will never say anything nonsense.”

Li Meng clasped her hands together to cover her small wooden box, and raised her head to glance warily at the withered yellow tree crown above her head.

Then he nodded cautiously and carefully re-stuffed the box into the deepest part of his bag.

"Oh, if there are two more, I can use these handkerchiefs to make a seven-color flower!" The little witch patted her schoolbag with a melancholy look, blinked and looked at Zheng Qing: "...You want Don’t ask me another question?”

As she spoke, she gritted her teeth, as if she had made some great sacrifice: "Even if you want my cousin's..."

"What do you want from me?"

A cold voice suddenly came from behind the two of them.

Classmate Li Meng's hands trembled and she almost dropped the schoolbag in her arms. Zheng Qing's performance was not much better than hers, and his face instantly lost color. At the same time, he cursed in his heart why he didn't finish asking the question just now.

Looking back, Jiang Yuzheng looked at them curiously.

"I want your itinerary!" The young public-funded student had never felt that his mind was so clear before, and he answered quickly: "Now the winter hunting will be at the end of November and December, and I thought I would get everyone's itinerary first to make adjustments. The hunting team training plan will not conflict with your other arrangements and will not affect your final exam review plan!"

He finished his sentence in one breath, with almost no pause. After finishing speaking, he felt a little exhausted.

Li Meng quietly gave Jiang Yu a thumbs up where he couldn't see him, then turned it upside down and made a gesture of extreme disdain.

Zheng Qingquan pretended to be invisible and just looked at Jiang Yu sincerely.

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