Monster Hunting High School

Zheng Qing had no intention of paying attention to the activities held by ‘Give Me a Frog’ or ‘Give Him a Frog’.

Enough troubles already.

Now he doesn't have the feeling of 'the new year begins and everything changes' at the beginning of a new semester. Instead, he feels like he is half way through the semester, entangled in everything, stuck in a quagmire, and breathless.

Just like what Xiao Xiao complained about at noon - this is the first day of school!

From 2 to 5 o'clock in the afternoon, there is a normal time talisman class and a time-shifted talisman lesson; then there is an hour's rest, and from 6 to 9 pm, there is another yin talisman lesson.

Fortunately, the semester has just started and professors have not started to assign too many homeworks yet, giving young public-sponsored students a little room to breathe. Even so, he was still a little confused because of the new class schedule.

Fifteen hours of classes, five professors, and four classes of different students (three of which were strangers), these things were suddenly and firmly thrust into the young wizard's mind, making him confused all day long. My spirit was in an extremely tense state, and I fell asleep after returning to the dormitory at night.

The next day is Tuesday.

Zheng Qing felt that he relied on inertia to open his eyes.

Because it happened to be six o'clock in the morning when he woke up, and it was time to do morning classes again. Of course, in the eyes of others, or the doctor, he slept for eight hours and woke up naturally.

Zheng Qing didn't have the energy to argue with the doctor on such trivial matters.

When he woke up, the sky was already slightly bright, and his mind was blank. For the first time in a long time, there were no monsters or chases in the dream. There was just nothingness, which gave him the feeling of emptiness that he had just returned from a blank land. .

Zheng Qing forgot to read a sentence somewhere. Every time a person falls asleep, he dies, and every time he wakes up, he is reborn. In the past, he always felt that this sentence had some very subtle truths, but now, he only feels that this sentence is A kind of reverse realism.

Because he was so groggy, he suddenly felt that sleeping was rebirth, and waking up was death.

The normal time slot on Tuesday morning is a divination class.

The elective course he took during the change of time was the second-order battle formation theory - it was a coincidence that Zheng Qing took this course, because the Sin Hunting Team was already proficient in the second-order battle formation, so it was obviously much easier to guide theoretical study based on practice.

Just like yesterday afternoon, before Professor Divination entered the classroom, Zheng Qing had been obediently hanging his invisibility charm and huddled in the corner, remaining silent while waiting for the breakfast that Fatty Xin bought for him and the doctor.

In the past, the fat wizard would bring breakfast and wait outside Feiyuan, but this morning before Zheng Qing finished his set of punches, he received a message from Xin, suggesting that the two of them go to the classroom early.

"There were so many people trying to find out about you that I almost didn't make it out of the cafeteria alive!"

The fat wizard wrote in the paper crane, in a scrawled handwriting: "I will go to the editorial office first to help you check the direction of public opinion today. Do not reply to any interviews! Do not talk to any strangers! Do not answer any questions!"

Even without his repeated emphasis, Zheng Qing would not accept any interviews or answer any questions. This was a valuable experience he gained after meeting with a reporter from the Beta Town Post in the second semester of his freshman year.

"Nicholas didn't come to class, and Liu Feifei didn't hold a seat for him." Xiao Xiao pretended to preview the textbook, propped up his head, and whispered his findings into the blank space in the diagonal corner: "...Carmen didn't come either. I asked about it. Come on, the gypsy witches who are borrowing from other classes are not here these days. There is a high probability..."

Several pieces of crumpled letter paper emerged from the void and were stuffed under Xiao Xiao's nose.

"The paper cranes I received yesterday," Zheng Qing's feeble voice came from the air: "I just finished reading them. There are almost no valuable ones... But these few pictures should be able to answer your guess... They all come from Gypsy witches, although I’m not familiar with them, but I remember hearing their names with Yin Lianna before.”

Xiao Xiao was very wise and did not hold on to a name mentioned by the invisible man. Instead, he pushed up his glasses and read the letters attentively.

The content was similar. Some asked Zheng Qing what textbooks he needed to prepare, some asked if Zheng Qing knew other teachers at Fringe College, and some simply said hello and expressed his love for First University and magic knowledge.

"Brother Qing, are you here?" A thin, hunchbacked figure suddenly appeared at Xiao Xiao's table. He leaned forward suddenly and grabbed a few handfuls on the empty seat next to him: "I seemed to have seen you talking just now... …”

Xiao Xiao calmly watched Duan Xiaojian catch the opportunity.

Then he pushed him away.

"I'm just previewing the textbook. Today's divination involves numerology, which is very difficult." As he spoke, he noticed that the voices of other people chatting in the classroom suddenly became much lower. At least half of the people in the classroom were carefully looking at them. In the corner, he took a breath and raised his voice slightly: "...As for Zheng Qing, didn't he become an assistant coach? He was taken to a meeting by the assistant coach team in the morning...I don't know when he will come back."

There was a sound of regret all around.

"What a pity," Duan Xiaojian smiled dryly and rubbed his hands like a skinny fly: "I heard that Senator Su might become the dean of the Edge College. Is it true? If it is true, I dare Bet, there will definitely be a lot of people in the four colleges who want to drop out and transfer..."

A chubby arm stretched out from behind and roughly pushed the thin wizard aside.

"Public opinion is just a bitch doing a show. Whatever the audience wants to see, it will show up. There is no moral integrity!" Fatty Xin roughly concluded Duan Xiaojian's 'hearing' and changed the subject: "Excuse the sinner." The team needs to have a brief meeting to discuss friendly matches with other hunting teams...so..."

He made an apologetic gesture to Duan Xiaojian and quickly put up a small barrier.

Inside the barrier, Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief, pulled off the invisibility charm hanging on his body, grabbed the paper bag in the hand of the fat wizard, took out the meat buns, and stuffed one into his stomach in three or two strokes: "I'll starve to death." I am...I feel like I can eat a cow now!"

"No, you can't eat it." The fat wizard tilted his head in surprise and looked at his 'new' tablemate: "Why are you sitting in the elder's seat..."

"If he were sitting next to me, Duan Xiaojian would have caught him just now. This was entirely his idea." Xiao Xiao raised the soy milk in his hand, as if attending a dance party: "Crisis will force a person to grow up quickly."

Zheng Qing grabbed his cup, took two sips, suppressed the bun in his mouth, and then asked with a heavy breath: "What the hunchback just said... what the hell is the news about Su Shijun being the dean of the Edge College! "