Monster Hunting High School

"Oh, okay, okay."

The black cat calmed down, lowered its tail, moved in small steps, and walked back and forth in front of the picture a few times.

What is shown on the canvas is a sun submerged in water - of course, this artistic conception is just a figment of his imagination. In fact, the pattern on the canvas is very simple. Below the even light blue background is a ball of white that blooms with brilliance. , like the noon sun reflected on the water.

The only question is whether the artist's perspective is on the water or in the water.

"Very old, yes, very old."

The black cat racked his brains to recall the skills that the witch had taught him before, trying to use vague and professional words: "The sun is warm and the lines are full of tension, but being old means a lack of imagination, and there is not much room left for the audience to interpret... So we should pay more attention to the actual depiction of the sun in the painting, rather than the symbolism derived from the sun."

"Yes, that's the feeling!" The witch held a magic book and sketched without raising her head. She praised it and then reminded: "Now you can extend your perception to emotions... Remember, you have to be consistent with Others interact emotionally.”

mood?

Zheng Qing looked at the sun that seemed to be drowning in the painting, and guessed: "Well, maybe it's suffocation? The yearning for freedom? Well, fishing for the sun in the water, in the water, in the water... This painting probably wants to express a kind of freedom Is it just an illusion of despair? Yes, if you look carefully, the messy brushstrokes of the painting contain the writer’s deep compassion and desperate struggle..."

"Searching for the sun in water?"

Su Shijun finally raised his head from the busy paperwork and glanced at the artwork that Zheng Qing was trying to 'interpret'. After a long moment, he nodded slightly: "Well... although the painting is upside down, the interpretation was very successful."

"Reverse...reverse?" Zheng Qing's heart suddenly felt like he was punched in the air.

"Yes, that painting is not the sun in the water, but the sun in the sky."

The witch behind the desk snapped her fingers, and the 'sun under the water' in front of the black cat suddenly turned into a 'sun in the blue sky.' This huge contrast in cognition made the black cat feel intensely uncomfortable.

"Does it matter if it's positive or negative?"

The owner of Qingqiu Mansion lazily turned over a page of information in his hand, and twirled his left index finger around the end of his hair: "On Christmas Eve, you just need to have some empathy when chatting with others like you did tonight. That’s it… This world is a world where individuals bluff people. Most of the time, when you bluff yourself, you also bluff other people.”

"What about the remaining 'small part of the time'?" Feline creatures always have obsessive-compulsive disorder of varying degrees, and black cats are the same. There is no way to ignore the small flaws in the witch's advice.

"Be thick-skinned. It doesn't matter if you can't scare others."

The witch spoke concisely and concisely. After answering, she suddenly raised the end of her hair wrapped around her left index finger and gestured: "Do you think I should dye my hair with blue and white highlights? After all, I am going to attend a dance of young wizards. Highlighting makes it look more vibrant... and it also matches Poseidon’s coat color better.”

The black cat subconsciously clamped its tail.

Inexplicably, he felt that after the witch dyed her beautiful black hair, she would do something to his beautiful, shiny fur.

…

…

On Monday night, the black cat finally saved its beautiful fur.

The next day, Tuesday, is the winter solstice.

In addition to Tuesday being the winter solstice, Thursday is Christmas Eve, Friday is Christmas, and there is Boxing Day on Saturday. Four festivals, large and small, run through the entire seventeenth week, making it the end of the first half of the first half of the second year of Zhengqing University. Seems extremely impetuous.

In the school, the strong need of young wizards to review has formed a sharp conflict with the free and indulgent campus environment. Coupled with the one after another "Please Give Me a Frog" movement and the constantly fermenting "Winter Hunting Hidden Accident", making Even in class, it is difficult for everyone to concentrate.

"Henry Thoreau said, 'We do not possess the magic, but the magic possesses us.'"

On the podium, Professor Monteria's voice was as stern as ever. Even when he was helping everyone with their final review, he was very precise, as if he was giving a lecture: "...Similarly, in the study of magic text, we don't use magic text. They are also controlling us. Those nameless particles and tiny strings resonate with the world through your brushstrokes, playing the most beautiful moments in the universe... To describe it with the concept of classical magic, this is a 'coexistence of existence and non-existence'. , the process of leaning against each other and following each other."

"The most important thing in any magic text assessment is not to test your ability to memorize it by rote, but to test your understanding of the magic text."

"Before you put pen to paper, you should have the confidence that words and magic are connected."

"Take a deep breath, and then put down the pen... When the tip of the pen met the white linen paper, did you feel the magic flowing in your body? Take a bigger breath, send the air to every corner of the alveoli, activate the body and The magic deeper in your soul...then let your body and mind flow freely with that magic...concentrate! Imagine that you are a butterfly, flapping its wings in the rainforest...with every stroke, the wings Incite once!”

Zheng Qing stared at the papyrus in front of him intently.

In his ears, in addition to the rustle of pen tips rubbing against paper in the classroom, he could also hear people discussing in low voices who was more powerful, the Legend of the Starry Sky or the Legend of the School. He saw several fat paper mice crawling awkwardly through the aisles, and Xin. The fat man complained like a mosquito: "I feel like I am not taking a magic writing class, but a talisman class..."

Not cold.

The voices on the podium stopped.

The rustling in the classroom and the students' small chatter stopped intermittently after a while, and young faces raised their heads in twos and threes, looking at the podium in confusion.

Professor Monteria looked at the students in the audience calmly.

"When I was in school, there was a professor from Atlas College who often said something,"

The professor's voice on the podium was not loud, but it was full of intimidation, which silenced everyone: "'When you accuse others with one finger, you yourself are also pointed by three other fingers.'" The gospel says, you don't want to judge. people, so that you will not be judged. "For as you judge, so will you be judged."

"So, I don't intend to stand here and accuse you of not paying attention in class, nor do I intend to judge that you have failed the final assessment as a professor, nor do I intend to report to Professor Yao that Jiuyou College's classroom discipline is lax."

"You just need to know that every magical sentence you master now may help you get rich rewards in the ancient ruins at some point in the future, and help you go further on the road of wizards."

"Okay, that's all I have to say."

"Those who want to sleep and chat can continue."