Monster Hunting High School

After the magic class ended, Lao Yao stopped Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu who were about to leave the classroom.

"After class, you two remember to go to my office." He simply warned, then turned around and continued to explain difficult knowledge points in class to other students.

Zheng Qing knew that by 'after class' the professor meant after his morning time change course. But he was a little confused as to the professor's purpose in finding the two of them.

Before that, he had already planned to consult Dr. Xiao Da about his graduation thesis at noon.

Although Xiao Xiao had been watching his nose and heart in class just now, pretending that he could not see himself, but after a morning of "cold war", his anger should have subsided a lot.

"Old Yao's visit to us must have nothing to do with the little accident Matthew caused."

Mentioning what happened before class, Jiang Yu puffed up his face and said with a bit of displeasure in his tone: "Everyone knows that magic is not allowed in the classroom. How dare he experiment with new spells so rashly!"

"It's true that he is not as steady as he usually is." Zheng Qing nodded in agreement, changed the subject, and cautiously asked: "Last night... did you sleep well?"

With the news from Li Meng, he felt more confident when talking about this matter.

But after saying these words, he always felt a little weird.

Jiang Yu turned her head and glanced at him, half-smiling but not saying anything. Instead, she opened the door and entered the next classroom - this classroom was empty in the morning, which was very suitable for them to change time.

Hang up the invisibility charm.

Turn the hourglass upside down.

When Zheng Qing recovered from the slight dizziness, he heard a brisk footsteps gradually moving away and knew that Jiang Yu had left the classroom.

He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. It was 7:50 in the morning, more than half an hour before classes officially started.

He looked around to make sure there were no other omissions, then hurriedly opened the door and followed the direction of the brisk footsteps, thinking that the witch would leave him a message on the wall like she did after the last Charms class.

But after searching both sides of the corridor for a long time, I didn't see a single word.

Instead, there was a dwarf in a picture frame on the wall, waving an ax and making a whoosh, which made the young wizard irritated.

Zheng Qing raised his head and unexpectedly discovered that the noisy dwarf was the one who had startled him in the morning. He couldn't help but squint his eyes, staring at no one around him. He reached out and touched his nose, smearing a bunch of boogers on the dwarf's face. Go up, then turn around and run away.

There was silence in the photo frame for a few seconds.

Then came the deafening roar of the dwarf, and the young public-funded student who listened directly felt relaxed and happy. The depression that had accumulated in his heart in the morning was swept away, and his footsteps became much lighter when he ran.

The classroom for ancient alchemy is on the second floor.

When Zheng Qing slipped into the classroom through the back door, Jiang Huai was lying on the table, copying homework he had borrowed from somewhere. The long piece of parchment was rolled up and trailed on the desk with ugly and twisted small words.

Zheng Qing never knew that a quill pen could write such ugly words.

Then when he sat down, he noticed that the black ribbon tied on Jiang Huai's arm was undulating slightly in the sun, like a ghost fish swimming in the golden ocean.

This is a tribute and remembrance of the deceased.

The wizard looked a little solemn.

Due to the restrictions of time conversion rules, he cannot interact with other wizards on the "abnormal timeline". But after hesitating for a few seconds, he took out a piece of paper, folded a small boat with a black awning, and put a small paper flag on the boat, with the word "sorrow" written on it.

Then he placed the boat in a slightly conspicuous position in front of his desk.

After Jiang Huai finished copying his homework and looked up, he immediately noticed the awning boat and the two words on the bow.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hey! You are definitely not violating the rules of time conversion!"

He smoothed the feathers on his quill, looked around, leaned his head towards Zheng Qing's seat, and lowered his voice: "After the last class, I specifically consulted with a senior who has used the time converter. , he said the situation was not as serious as described in the contract.

Although Dan Hager's rules against time shifting are quite foot thick, those rules are more designed for 'free time shifters'. As for wizards like you who perform time transformation within the school—I mean within the campus of First University—Dan Hager’s supervision is actually not that strict.

After all, this is the number one university. Compared with the complex timelines that are open and interconnected outside the campus, the relatively closed environment of Phuket Island and First University allows the timeline here to show a certain degree of independence, making it much less difficult to sort out. This is also related to the school’s repeated strengthening of the space-time structure of Phuket Island.

Of course, I have also heard that the relevant departments are responsible for time transfer matters in the school. There is always no good thing in getting involved with them. You can't be too presumptuous... But last time I talked to you about private hunting. Do you have any thoughts about the competition... It doesn't matter if you can't speak, we can talk in writing! "

Jiang Huai was as noisy as he was in the last class.

Zheng Qing immediately regretted writing those two words, quickly put away the paper boat and crumpled it into a ball.

"...'Sorrows' or something like that is not necessary."

Jiang Huai stared at the ball of paper that Zheng Qing had put away, and naturally changed the topic from 'how to avoid supervision by relevant departments' to the 'black ribbon' tied on his arm, without any heaviness in his tone.

"This thing." He touched the ribbon on his arm and added: "You can think of it as a kind of mourning or commemoration. But there is really no such thing as 'mourning'. Death in battle is a symbol of every starry sky. It's better to be lucky than to die in bed, drooling and unable to wipe it away."

Zheng Qing listened to his endless chatter and was always worried that others would hear something, so he couldn't help but glance to the side. His gaze passed over Jiang Huai's shoulder and happened to fall on the window in the back row of the classroom.

Then he vaguely felt something shaking outside the window.

Looking intently, the window was empty, there was nothing. Just as he was about to take a closer look, he suddenly realized that he was dodging when he was peeping outside the window in the morning. A sudden realization came to his mind - the sight he felt in the morning was his own, and what he saw now was also his own.

As the saying goes, eyes not only have weight, but also temperature. Even if he can't see himself, one real self looking at another real self will always bring about a certain subtle feeling.

Think again.

Just because I took another look now, I had the unexpected avoidance in the morning. If his influence on himself is so sudden, what about others? What about the things you didn't notice?

As the saying goes, ‘One drink, one peck, it’s decided beforehand.’ There must be a reason why the Alliance has such strict control over time conversion.

During the entire section of Ancient Alchemy, Zheng Qing was a little distracted. He was thinking about every violation he had made after changing time. He was secretly alert and completely ignored the noise of the blue robe beside him.