Monster Hunting High School

pedestrian mall.

Third, there is a bookstore.

Looking into the bookstore window from the street, the store is dark, as if the owner has already gone abroad. Even if some reckless wizard breaks the door and picks the lock and sneaks in, he can only see the dusty tables and chairs, and feel the lingering feeling. The cold atmosphere among the bookshelves.

But in the eyes of the yellow fox, the scene is completely different.

The orange light filled the whole room, and together with the firelight in the small red clay stove in the shop, it dissipated the chill of the twelfth lunar month. Although the tables, chairs and benches in the store are not shiny, they are clean and tidy. The shop owner was sitting on a recliner with an open copy of "The Strange Story of Styles Manor" clasped on his chest, his eyes half-closed and drowsy. The tabby cat wore the shopkeeper's black-rimmed glasses, his flat face pressed tightly against the window glass, looking out.

Woohoo…

The copper kettle on the small stove made a faint chirp, indicating that the tea in its belly was ready, and it was eagerly looking forward to the shopkeeper's patronage and a few sips.

"Do you really not care about this?"

The yellow raccoon suddenly turned around, looked at the bookstore owner on the recliner, and shouted with displeasure: "Zheng Zheng's screams can be heard clearly throughout Phuket Island! You are not dead yet! Cats and dogs dare to get in your face Pee on..."

Its roar seemed to wake up the shopkeeper who was taking a nap.

The husband opened his eyes and touched his nose out of habit, only to realize that his glasses had been taken away by the cat.

"It's not that exaggerated."

He sighed helplessly, picked up the copper pot next to him, refilled the cup with tea, picked it up, moistened his throat, and added: "...except for you, no one has peed on my face. "

"This is a metaphor! A rhetorical device!" The yellow raccoon tugged its ears angrily, and the glasses that were barely hanging on its face immediately tilted to one side.

"The child didn't scream that loudly." The gentleman listened carefully and nodded slightly: "I guarantee that most people on the island will not be able to hear his chirping... at least, if it is not here, You can't hear his voice in a bookstore. The ability to listen to all things is only possessed by legendary wizards... At best, he was slightly frightened. Young people must exercise their hearts more to be more stable in the future."

"You know that's not what I want to say!" Hua Mao adjusted the glasses on his fat face.

"You also know that I am getting farther and farther away from this world." The gentleman put down the teacup in his hand and sighed softly: "...One day, I will really leave, and he will also need to face it on his own. All of this. Although the kids he is dealing with are not good kids in the traditional sense, they are by no means the 'bad kids' in our usual sense. Overall, I think the intensity is just right."

Even so, after hesitating for a moment, the teacher added: "Of course, if you really can't stand it, you can go to school and give Ruoyu a good beating."

"I can't beat her!" Huang Huali looked annoyed. I don't know if it was Mr. Annoyed's suggestion, or he was annoyed that he couldn't scratch the old man.

"Oh, then you pour the water out of my cup." The husband gave the second suggestion. Of course, he did not forget to clarify the relationship: "It was you who poured the water, it has nothing to do with me."

The tabby cat twitched its ears with a look of disgust on its face.

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First University.

Office of the Vice Chancellor.

After Professor Monteria bowed and stood up, he was about to leave.

A stream of tea that was so clear that it glowed suddenly appeared, fell from the sky, and poured it on the vice president of the First University. The guest's eyes jumped when he saw it, and he froze in place, not daring to move.

This tea seemed to fall from the Milky Way, with a color like starlight and a rich tea fragrance, illuminating the originally dark office. Out of the corner of his eye, Professor Monteria noticed that at some point, there were many stone sculptures quietly surrounding him that seemed to be planning to attack him. They did not expect that the room would suddenly light up, and each one of them had their sharp claws raised in the air ready to be withdrawn. The ferocious and shocked expression looked extremely funny for a moment.

But that's not the point.

The professor quietly raised his eyelids and glanced upward quickly.

Old man Ruoyu stood at the top of the steps. He seemed to have just come back to his senses. He licked the tea stem stuck to his lips, stretched out his finger and scratched his wet cheek, then brought it close to his eyes and looked at the yellow and white stem on his finger. Maomao was silent for a long time.

for a long time.

Professor Monteria prayed silently in his heart that the old man would dry the water stains on his body quickly so that he could raise his head and leave. But the old wizard on the steps seemed to have forgotten that he could use magic.

"Does it smell good?" the owner of the office said suddenly, startling the guest.

The fragrance is naturally fragrant, and the clear fragrance of tea permeates the entire office, as if it can cleanse the soul. Professor Monteria cannot lie with his eyes open.

But if he admits that he is fragrant, does it mean that he has witnessed an embarrassing scene for a senior legend? Especially when the other party is Vice Principal Ruoyu, who is always known for being old-fashioned.

For a moment, Professor Monteria hesitated.

"That's how it feels." Old Man Ruoyu leaned on a wolf-headed cane and nodded thoughtfully: "Your hesitation now is just like my hesitation now."

"Hesitate?" The professor could not pretend not to hear, and raised his head carefully.

"Hmm, hesitant."

There was a trace of sadness on the old man Ruoyu's face, and his tone was dull: "I'm hesitating whether to slap you to death now and report a laboratory accident so that you don't bring more trouble to the school in the future, or to pretend that nothing happened and just let it go. you left."

It can be seen that there is no trace of joking in what the old man said.

Professor Monteria's face was ashen, and he didn't know why the old man who had been so pleasant just now suddenly changed his face. But he knew that he had no choice now, so he could only continue to remain silent.

Old Ruoyu didn't pay attention to the stiff expression of the professor at the foot of the steps. Instead, he lowered his head and gently rubbed the yellow and white cat hair with two fingers. He calculated for a long time and suddenly showed a meaningful smile: "Actually, think about it carefully. , some accidents are not entirely that bad... although it seems a bit bad, in a higher sense, it strengthens certain bonds and connections.”

Professor Monteria had no idea what the old man was saying.

But he was very sure that the old man's words meant more than just one thing.

Just as he was thinking hard, the sound of crutches hitting the floor came from the steps.

Winter, winter.

"You go."

In the end, the foolish old man did not beat Professor Monteria to death, but simply reminded: "By the way, when someone makes their own decisions and affects the stability of the school. They must understand that those actions have consequences. Everyone must respect those who belong to this group." The school's 'order'... Fortunately, the result does not seem to be that bad, and you still have a chance to make amends..."

Such incomprehensible words again!

The professor became increasingly confused.

"Sir, I don't understand..."

"You'll understand later."

The owner of the office waved his sleeves impatiently, and strong winds surged up, picking up the guests at the foot of the steps, tumbling them, and throwing them outside the office.