Monster Hunting High School

Sunday, March 14th, the weather was fine.

It's nine twenty-seven in the morning.

The sky in Phuket Island is like a clear sapphire, with a few well-behaved clouds scattered around the edge of the gem. The golden sunlight passes through the glass windows without any hindrance, leaving stripes of slightly swaying mottled light and shadow in the conference room. Even the most picky wizard would not question the work of today's weather monitor.

It's just that none of the young wizards in the conference room are paying attention to the beautiful weather outside the window.

Everyone's attention was focused on the hazy barrier in front of the conference room.

Except Zheng Qing.

After noticing the smiling eyes of a certain legendary wizard, the teaching assistant student in red robe immediately turned his head and his eyes began to wander around aimlessly - the large conference room of the teaching assistant group was very plain and simple, with no gorgeous chandeliers or meeting rooms on the ceiling. There are no fresh green plants on the table, and there are no elves in gray uniforms flying around. There are only dark curtains hanging on the side of the floor-to-ceiling windows, rows of black hardwood high-back chairs arranged in a stepped manner, and two rows of silent file cabinets behind the lecture desk - rather than calling it a large conference room, it is better to say It is a converted lecture theater.

Unconsciously, Zheng Qing's eyes wandered back to the front row of the conference room.

Old Yao is still looking at him!

The boy lowered his head subconsciously and cursed in his heart, but immediately, the happy voice of the legendary wizard came to his ears: "I reminded you, when you curse me in your heart, you must use some kind of soul protection magic for yourself. As soon as I entered the door, the whole conference room was hazy, and you were burning in the room like a big candle. Are you afraid that I can't see you? "

Zheng Qing was inspired and quickly activated several talisman papers stuffed inside his belt. An undetectable curse light flashed through, like an invisible afterbirth, tightly wrapping the young wizard in it.

Hilda, who was sitting next to him, might have noticed the vague magic power fluctuation coming from beside her, and gave him a strange look.

Zheng Qing forced a smile.

But before the smile faded away, it froze on his face.

Because Lao Yao's voice sounded in his mind again: "The reaction is quite quick, and he is a qualified hunter... Huh? Are you wondering why you can still hear me? I'm just telling you, I can do it without you protecting me." I heard your voice, but you didn’t say that I couldn’t hear it because you were protected. Isn’t this difficult to understand?”

It’s so foul! Hey!

Zheng Qing put his hand on his forehead, tried hard to clear away the messy thoughts, and began to recite the Duo Heart Sutra silently in his heart.

"It's not too late to recite sutras later." Old Yao's noisy voice continued to echo in the young wizard's ears: "Since you are here today, it means you want to participate in this project, right?"

Zheng Qing hesitated and nodded slightly.

Professor Yao's voice did not pause at all: "...If you accept this project, the project team will apply for three hours of 'extra time conversion' for you in the name of the teaching assistant team to ensure that you have enough energy to complete the task. Related tasks. Of course, if you plan to refuse now, you will also need to sign a strict silence contract before leaving this room."

Zheng Qing finally couldn't help it, and tentatively asked in his heart: "Professor, in your previous reply to me, you said, 'Don't use the time turner in other places other than studying'..."

"Didn't you come to the meeting yet?"

After Lao Yao asked back, he seemed to 'see' the question Zheng Qing wanted to ask later, and interrupted his thoughts lightly: "You can ask other questions later when you accept the task. I am chatting with dozens of people in this room at the same time. , I don’t have time to satisfy your curiosity and listen to your various ‘guesses’.”

After that, his voice disappeared directly into the wizard's mind and was never heard again.

Zheng Qing looked around in astonishment, and then he belatedly realized that many teaching assistants in the conference room had their eyes closed, showing respectful and serious expressions - this was by no means an ordinary appearance after entering samadhi.

Carole, whose name started with 'C', had just been called on the stage. Zheng Qing didn't need to reach out to count, but he knew that there was no possibility of him being called in a short time.

Unlike him, some of the teaching assistants whose initials came last did not sit in a daze. Instead, they took out their pens and ink, or corrected students' homework, or studied difficult reference books, or simply drew talisman paper and etched array disks. , in short, within a short period of time, the teaching assistants in the conference room found their own things and started working.

Zheng Qing also gradually realized the reason why today's meeting was so long.

Because every assistant whose name is called will stay in that barrier for five to ten minutes, and only four assistants can be accommodated in each barrier.

Hilda next to her blatantly lay down on the table and began to take a nap. Zheng Qing, on the other hand, was not in such a leisurely mood as he was. He honestly took out Professor Li Qihuang's "Standard Pharmacy·Second Year College" from the gray bag and started. Make up for your Potions homework.

He also saved a lot of such homework, so he never had to worry about having nothing to do.

Perhaps because the room was full of teachers and he was the only student, Zheng Qing felt that he was particularly focused on studying today. Unknowingly, he wrote all the homework for seven subjects including Potions, Alchemy, Magic Texts, and Divination in one go. It's over.

When he rubbed his wrists and put away the homework of Yin Fu Science on the table, the long-awaited voice finally came to his ears——

"Zheng Qing!"

"exist!"

The young assistant coach got up in a hurry and noticed that the conference room was almost empty. He didn't even notice when Hilda left.

When he walked into the hazy barrier, he realized that the space inside was far beyond his imagination. A wide corridor was comparable to the tree-lined road in front of the library. On both sides of the road, there were four tall arches. Rows apart, three of the arches are closed.

Zheng Qing hesitantly entered the open door.

There is only one desk and two chairs in the empty and huge office. Professor Qian Jiuzhou, deputy director of the school working committee, sat behind the desk. There was a thick pile of parchment on his left hand and only a thin sheet on his right hand.

He picked up the parchment on his right and waved to Zheng Qing to sit down.

"Do you agree to participate in the 'little hands' task of the teaching assistant team?" Professor Qian rubbed the corners of his eyes and spoke concisely. Apparently he had repeated this sentence many times today, so that there was no tone after the words were spoken, as if they had been squeezed dry. As tasteless as bagasse.

"Agree." Zheng Qing nodded silently.

Taking into account Su Shijun's words of 'participate', the fact that he had signed a contract with Fatty Xin but did not find out much valuable information, plus Lao Yao's promise to increase the 'time transfer' by three hours a day, Zheng Qing He gritted his teeth and chose to accept it.

"Very well, then you have to sign here, here... and here."

Professor Qian clicked on a few positions on the parchment, then pointed to the quill on the pen stand next to him, and at the same time expressed relief: "Don't be nervous, it's all very ordinary repetitive work, but it's just because it's too boring." There is also a certain technical content, so you need to find some "senior assistants" to help... Don't worry, the school will provide you with generous compensation as a subsidy. "