Monster Hunting High School

The meeting of the teaching assistants will be held on the next day, March 14, that is, Sunday from 9 am to 3 pm, and lasts for nearly six hours. According to the arrangement on the notice, there is no rest time in the middle.

Zheng Qing originally didn't want to waste his precious time on this kind of thing.

But after carefully studying the replies from Lao Yao, Su Shijun and Thomas, he keenly realized that none of the three people asked him to 'reject' the meeting directly. On the contrary, Su Shijun, who had the closest relationship with him, asked him to attend the meeting in a very concise reply, and Thomas, who has a slightly distant relationship with him, only said that "not participating in the meeting will have no bad impact."

These people all know that he is taking many elective courses this semester and studies very hard.

But he still gave this answer.

Therefore, after simply throwing away yarrow a few times and burning a piece of tortoise shell, Zheng Qing finally did not reply before the deadline, which meant that he needed to attend the meeting.

The large conference room of the First University Teaching Assistants is located at the end of the third floor of the office building.

It was already 8:50 in the morning when Zheng Qing finished his homework on Yin Fu Science and Second-order Battle Formation Theory. He had to hang up four armor and horse talismans for himself less than five minutes before the meeting officially started. Kankan arrived at the destination.

Taking off the invisibility charm at the door, Zheng Qing opened the door and originally wanted to sneak in quietly along the corner.

It's just that the red robe he was wearing formed a very sharp contrast with the black robes in the conference room, so that as soon as he entered, he immediately attracted the attention of all the assistants present.

Those looks that were mixed with confusion, curiosity, and scrutiny put a lot of pressure on the young wizard. Of course, compared with the students, the teaching assistants were obviously better qualified. No one was whispering, whispering, or pointing at him in the conference room. point, which made the young wizard feel a little relieved.

"Hey, Assistant Teacher Zheng Qing, good morning!" Zheng Qing's practical class teacher waved to the young wizard from a distance, with a smile on his face: "Happy weekend!"

Hilda sat in the corner of the last row of the large conference room, which was very consistent with Zheng Qing's 'habits' during class. What's even better was that there happened to be an empty seat next to Hilda, so the young wizard only took a few seconds. Zhong, he readily accepted the invitation dangling in mid-air.

"Not pleasant at all."

After Zheng Qing sat down, he immediately took out his notebook, ink bottle and quill, placed them on the table, then rubbed his wrists and sighed heavily:

"It's only been three weeks since school started, and I've already forgotten what a real weekend is like...Yesterday, I had to complete two in-class quizzes, five after-school assignments, and a seven-page "Yellow Turban Warriors" With the "Edict Spell Jurisdiction Analysis Report", I wrote all night to get five pages, and I racked my brains for the remaining two pages and didn't know what to write. How could I be happy? "

“Isn’t this the joy of being a student?”

Hilda shook her head, the copper rings on her face collided with each other, and made a pleasant sound: "Apart from falling in love with the little girl and fighting with wild monsters, there are also homework that can never be completed and the pain of being tortured and the relief of escaping from death. , is the longest memory you can leave.”

Zheng Qing shook his head.

He has no masochistic tendencies and does not feel the pleasure of being tortured at all.

"Do you know what this meeting is about today?" There were still a few minutes before the meeting started. Zheng Qing did not waste a minute and immediately began to inquire about information to complete the contract between himself and Fatty Xin.

Hilda gave him a sideways glance.

"You should ask Zhang Yu about this kind of thing... Even if it's not the best, Thomas knows more than me."

As he said that, the practical class teacher pointed to his nose: "I'm sitting here with you. Do you think I know more than you?"

This may sound a little hurtful, but it makes perfect sense.

Zheng Qing immediately shut up and looked around for the owners of the two names Hilda just mentioned - Thomas was sitting in the first row of the conference room, discussing something in a low voice with several other assistant coaches; and as a group of assistant coaches The leader of the group, Zhang Yu, seemed to have arrived a little later than Zheng Qing. He turned his head several times but did not see the familiar high collar and gray hair.

"Are you really going to ask them about it?" Hilda touched the copper ring on her nose, seeming to find the boy's slightly reckless behavior particularly funny.

"Can't you?" Zheng Qing glanced at him somewhat belatedly.

"It's not impossible," Hilda considered her words, quickly glanced at the other assistant teachers around her, lowered her voice slightly, and explained quickly: "But your status is so special, shouldn't you work hard? Do you want to keep a low profile? As far as I know, there are quite a lot of fanatic fans of Representative Li Su in the assistant coaching staff.”

Zheng Qing immediately regretted not carrying the invisibility charm with him out of politeness when he entered.

It's too late.

Maybe it was just a psychological effect, but after Hilda's words, Zheng Qing suddenly felt that there were more and more malicious eyes around him. It seemed that every glance that looked at him was like a knife growing on his neck and body. Pull back and forth a few times.

He tightened the robe around him and cleared his throat.

"Do you know the secret weapon?" He turned his attention to the only 'senior assistant coach' he could consult.

Hilda snorted: "The most widespread rumor in the school right now."

He didn't say 'know' or 'don't know', but Zheng Qing clearly noticed the word he used - rumor - and rumors are always based on certain facts.

"So, what is Edge Academy really doing?" The young teaching assistant touched the obsidian cufflinks and thought thoughtfully: "Then do you know what the secret weapon Edge Academy is going to build? Why does Edge Academy need secret weapons? ?”

These questions were all clearly required answers in the contract signed with Fatty Xin last night, so even if he heard the word 'rumor', Zheng Qing still had to bite the bullet and repeat them.

Hilda looked at him strangely.

"If your brain is eaten by a zombie, just blink and I won't laugh at you." The practical class teacher had his usual cynical smile on his face and patted Zheng Qing on the shoulder: "But for the safety of your brain , I will still answer these two questions of yours - I don't know, and I don't want to know - even if Fringe Academy really plans to create a 'secret weapon', is a secret weapon that is already known to others still a secret weapon?"

Zheng Qing thought of the nuclear weapons in Baiding's world, and a bright light suddenly flashed in his mind. He nodded thoughtfully: "So this weapon must be very powerful, so that when others know about it, it will cause a substantial deterrent, and they will not be fooled by some." The ignorant guy kicked down the door."

"Hey!" Hilda glanced at the boy in surprise and pursed her lips: "I take back what I just said, your brain hasn't been eaten by zombies yet."