Monster Hunting High School

Absolutely not! "

He whispered to himself in a firm tone, as if to cheer himself up.

"What?"

The fat wizard had just recovered from his anger when he heard the young public-funded student talking to himself. He showed a trace of confusion at first, and then his face gradually turned ugly: "Don't you think what I said is wrong? Isn't the Beta Town Post a villain? "

"Absolutely not!"

Zheng Qing quickly denied it and repeated those bad words again. He soon realized that the conversation between the two seemed to have fallen into some weird misunderstanding. He paused and then explained in a remedial tone: "I mean, The Beta Town Post is a shameless villain! ...I just said something else..."

The stick figure behind the door shouted at the right time, "Old Yao has turned the corner of the corridor with his pipe," interrupting the fat wizard's questioning. The young public-funded student could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that the first class on Monday was Lao Yao's magic class. The color on his face lost color again, and the breath he had just released was back in his stomach in the blink of an eye.

boom!

The classroom door was pushed open with great force, and the Charms Professor strode onto the podium as usual. In the hall, the young public-sponsored student couldn't help but think of the huge overwhelming slap in his dream, and shuddered subconsciously.

"Attend class!"

The professor waved his forearm vigorously, threw the lecture notes in his hand on the desk, hooked his fingers, and four or five pieces of chalk rushed out of the paper box, and happily went to the blackboard to realize their value. In an instant, the room was filled with There was only the sound of squeaky writing.

""Believe" is a concept in the field of occultism, which has powerful and magical magic. "

Lao Yao folded his arms and began to lecture calmly, but the content had nothing to do with magic. The young wizards in the audience looked confused: "...This kind of magic can make people turn a blind eye, not hear, and it can distort Reality, maintaining a false and reliable balance, can even tamper with history and obscure the truth on the timeline. But at the same time, it is a very fragile force. If you doubt it, it will flicker; if you don’t believe it, it will. Will collapse."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Zheng Qing felt that when he was saying this, the professor on the stage glanced at him calmly, with a somewhat meaningful look.

He subconsciously connected this concept with his dream last night. But before he could clear his mind, the professor on the stage changed the subject and talked about last night's class meeting:

"...In the class meeting last night, I reminded you that January 4th is the final exam. Today is already November 30th. There are exactly five weeks left before the exam. Is this a lot of time? ? A lot, enough for you to go through all the textbooks this semester; a little? A slightly more complicated magic experiment may take more than five weeks to prepare."

"What do I mean by this? What I mean is that no matter what your grades are now, you should believe in yourself and be able to create your own miracles. By adhering to this firm belief, you can make full use of the power of magic. This It is a mutually reinforcing relationship. Four years of college, eight final exams, and the third one is about to pass. I believe that every student does not want to get the final exam. It’s a certificate of graduation..."

"Now open the textbook to page 87 of "Standard Spells". We will continue to discuss the nineteen summoning spells of Enoch magic under the Solomon magic system, and how to understand the Hebrew and Latin references to this system. Different interpretations of..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of creaking writing on the blackboard suddenly stopped. The large page is filled with dense incantations, mantras and interpretation elements.

The remaining pieces of chalk the size of fingernails were shaken off and covered with dust, slid through an elegant arc in mid-air, and returned to their cartons with satisfaction.

Zheng Qing listened to the professor's talk on the podium and flipped through the textbook in front of him with some frustration, but various thoughts were rolling in his mind.

For a moment, he felt that the professor's eyes on the podium had evil intentions. Perhaps he had already read today's "Beta Town Post" and was trying to fix himself; for a moment, he felt that the so-called power of "belief" from Old Yao was very reasonable. , it seemed that as long as he "didn't believe" in last night's dream, he would not be in danger; on second thought, he felt that he should "believe" in last night's omen, and could not simply classify it as an ordinary dream.

Several thoughts have the same origin but are very different, as if several knights wearing various armors are fighting on the battlefield with spears and halberds, and they can never tell the winner.

Occasionally, when he looked at the blackboard, the screen was filled with complicated mantras and mantras, which was dazzling and superimposed with the upcoming final exam, which made people breathless.

The only thing Zheng Qing can confirm is that he still has a chance to get rid of the suspected "predictive dream" last night - halfway through the spells class, the young public-funded student quietly released a paper mouse and sat in the front row. The witch handed her a note, telling her to keep an eye on Li Meng today and not to let her run around at night, especially not to the cat fruit tree.

As for the reason, the wizard just mentioned that he had a bad dream yesterday, but he did not describe the content of the dream in detail. This slight lack was enough to give the witch the illusion that Li Meng was in danger in Zheng Qing's dream. I believe that in this way, the probability of Li Meng appearing under the cat fruit tree tonight is infinitely close to zero.

As for Lao Yao.

The young public-sponsored student glanced at the legendary wizard who was talking endlessly on the podium, and touched his ears with some despair. At the moment, in addition to hoping that the legendary elder would not be the same as him, he could only hope that the little green snake living in his ear hole would be a little stronger and be able to withstand Old Yao's violent slap.

Maybe it’s because there are so many people out there during the day.

Zheng Qing finally left the Charms classroom safely without turning into a puddle of flesh in front of everyone. But the power of that report gradually dissipated.

Less than afternoon.

The front-page headline of the Beta Town Post caused an uproar in the academy. In a short period of time, the small-scale movement that was originally limited to a few colleges spread to the entire wizarding world.

Members of the Dharma Script Liberation Association gave up their lunch breaks and excitedly distributed leaflets everywhere, reminding the students of Jiuyou College that they should listen to their dean.

Needless to say, this rhetoric really confuses many new students who have no experience in the world.

Zheng Qing observed in just one day that there were many more wizards who tended to say "please give me a frog" in their tone of voice. The frogs on the market were also sold out for a time, and many "good-hearted" and "enthusiastic" people actually bought frogs and sent them to the North District of Beta Town to support the reform movement of the wizards in the North District with practical actions.

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