Monster Hunting High School

"Report to the boss, I have finished answering the paper!"

Less than half an hour after the exam started, Zheng Qing's cup of tea had not yet finished, when an abrupt and familiar voice interrupted his reverie, and the voice seemed full of momentum.

Zheng Qing looked intently, and as expected, he saw Dingdang Ears, an employee of his own store - as a newly legendary member of the first generation of rat people, he and his younger brother were officially admitted to the Fringe Academy. This was probably The alliance, the school, and the Moon Council recognized the new clan to some extent and reached a compromise with each other.

Of course, Ding Dong Ears now has an official name, Ding Dong; its younger brother Ding Dong Ears, the name on the roster has also become 'Ding Dong'.

Zheng Qing coughed dryly, stood up against the furtive and curious eyes in the classroom, walked slowly to Ding Dang's side, and looked down at his paper.

On the huge test paper, there are strange symbols in the rune box, like traces of a little mouse dipped in ink randomly crawling across it, and in the blank space next to the rune box, the bright red number is still 'zero'. '.

In other words, this little rat man didn't even write down a single standard talisman.

Sure enough, those who turned in their papers in advance were either top students or poor students.

Zheng Qing complained in his heart and asked in a gentle tone: "It's still early, why don't you write for a while? Besides, this is a school, don't call me boss, just call me teacher or sir..."

"Okay, Mr. Boss!" Ding Dang agreed with a serious face, gripped the brush again, and began to think hard.

Zheng Qing looked at the way it held the pen as if it were a stick, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. The person in charge of supervising Ding Dang was Xiao Xiao. He adjusted his glasses and made a helpless gesture to the boy.

The young assistant coach suddenly felt that his job was arduous and he had a long way to go.

After this interruption, his expectations for the new students at Fringe College were once again lowered. Taking this opportunity, he walked around the classroom and found that there were only a few students who could silently produce a basic talisman. If they could silently produce three or five, they were already in the excellent range. The most outstanding one was Nicholas. On the side of his test paper The bright red number in the blank space has jumped to 'ninety-one', which is only one step away from one hundred.

Although this number seems a bit insignificant among the students of Astronomy Class 08-1, among the students of Edge College, this number is outstanding.

Of course, not being able to produce standard talismans does not mean that the new students in this classroom have no foundation. On the contrary, during the inspection, Zheng Qing noticed that the talismans drawn by many people were not invalid talismans - for example, the gypsy witch Carmen drew more than a dozen 'abnormal talismans' in addition to the standard talismans, which sounds nicer. It is said that her talisman drawing skills belong to the traditional school of magic. To put it in layman's terms, the talismans she learned from the Gypsy Witch Coven have long been outdated and have not been recognized as standards by the alliance.

For standard talismans, you only need to use cinnabar or Yin ink to draw the rune shape on yellow paper, and then fill it with spirit and seal the feet to take effect. But some old-school talismans, such as the abnormal talismans drawn by Carmen, require the use of dragon blood to prepare ink, and the use of magical animal skins to make the talisman carriers. Some complex talismans also need to be prepared at a specific time, in a specific environment, or through Only specific rituals can release it.

There should be many more such crooked foundations.

Normally, it is far more difficult to straighten a tree that has grown crookedly than to plant a straight tree since childhood. Perhaps this is why the school gives these preparatory students from marginal colleges a whole semester to adapt.

Zheng Qing frowned and thought about this matter carefully, completely unaware that he had been standing at Nicholas' table for a long time. Nicholas, who had been writing the runes silently with confidence for so long, began to feel a little restless. He looked at his half-written runes suspiciously, thinking that he had made a mistake somewhere.

The volunteer sitting next to Nicholas was Liu Feifei. Originally, she was just looking at the sallow-faced old man concentrating on dictating the runes with crooked eyebrows. But when Nicholas raised his head for the third time to see Zheng Qing's expression, the witch finally couldn't hold back. He stopped and looked at the young assistant coach angrily, his eyes like two knives poking him in the face.

Zheng Qing realized it later and laughed dryly.

After touching his inexplicably bloated belly, he sighed softly in his heart and returned to the podium. Turning her head and looking towards the corner of the row, she saw Jiang Yu concentrating on the North District witch named Catherine next to her as she answered the question, seemingly not noticing his gaze at all.

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"...When you were invigilating the exam just now, you stood beside Nicholas for too long. For a moment, I felt that Feifei wanted to throw a curse on you."

Jiang Yu held the textbook, looked at Zheng Qing with a smile, and mentioned the volunteer service that had just ended: "I even saw her fingers touching the ridge of the Dharma calligraphy!"

In the 'Time Switching Class' on Thursday afternoon, the two of them took the same course of 'Clone Transfiguration', so after the edge academy course ended, the two of them left the classroom together and prepared to find a suitable room to switch time.

Hearing the witch's teasing, Zheng Qing immediately thought of the chief student's vicious gaze and couldn't help but laugh.

"Really?" He replied subconsciously: "I thought you weren't looking at me."

"What?"

"Ahem, I mean, I didn't expect Nicholas to actually decide to change colleges again."

The young assistant teacher looked at the witch's half-smiling expression and immediately recalled what he had just said. He was a little flustered and unconsciously avoided her gaze: "...he should be twenty-two years old this year, the same age as him. Those who have been admitted are now taking the wizard registration exam. If I were him, I would never have the courage to come back for another year."

"Why?" The witch seemed to be talking to herself or asking rhetorically.

Naturally, it’s because it doesn’t look good.

Although Zheng Qing thought so in his heart, when his words came to his lips, they changed into another way of saying: "Of course it's because Liu Feifei is still in our class! Nicholas doesn't know if his head is broken, how can he turn a woman into a girl?" It’s so irresponsible to leave your friends and move to another college alone!”

The wizard was filled with indignation.

The girl's eyebrows were furrowed as she plucked off a caterpillar that accidentally landed on the wizard's shoulder and flicked it away.

"Really irresponsible."

Jiang Yu nodded in agreement, changed the subject, and praised the talisman class that had just ended: "Speaking of which, you did a really good job teaching this class, especially the opening remarks... Summarizing the "First University Campus Management Regulations" Into six words, it’s so incisive. It would be great if the textbooks we studied could be summarized like that..."