Monster Hunting High School

The discord between black cats, white cats and foxes is just a minor spice in life.

For several weeks, there were no unusual incidents outside the school, but Zheng Qing would not be so naive as to think that those crows had really changed their ways and that the haze shrouding the forest of silence had really passed.

The prophecy of the centaur priest on the night of Qingming Festival was still vivid in his mind, and the words "There will be war and bloodshed, and it is unknown" made him involuntarily melancholy every time he took a rest.

Of course, in Xiao Xiao's view, Zheng Qing's "melancholy" is more about the fear of graduation and the uneasiness about the unknown future. The centaur priest's verse is just an excuse he subconsciously looked for.

"I read a saying in a book - there are only two kinds of people in this world."

The fortune teller of the Forgiveness Hunting Team analyzed the absent-mindedness of his deskmate in this way during Thursday’s Potions class: “For example, if you have a bunch of grapes in your hand, one kind of person will pick the best ones and eat them first, while the other kind of people will leave the best ones behind. Eat last. Logically speaking, the first type of person should be optimistic, because every grape he eats is the best of the leftover grapes; the second type should be pessimistic, because every one he eats is the best of the leftover grapes. Bad. But in fact it’s counterproductive. The reason is that the second type of people still have hope, while the first type of people only have memories.”

"It seems reasonable."

Zheng Qing is very used to drawing inferences from one instance, and after hearing this, he immediately began to think: "If there are good and bad grapes on a plate, the adults in the family will definitely eat the bad ones first and leave the good ones to the children... Children are the hope of adults. From this perspective It seems that there is indeed hope for the second type of people.”

"That's not the point." Xiao Xiao had already adapted to Zheng Qing's habitual diversion and brought the topic back familiarly: "What I want to emphasize is that being too immersed in memories is like a soul lost in the world in the mirror. It is easy to Lose yourself..."

"Like Jusi?"

"Don't interrupt!"

The doctor couldn't bear it anymore and glared at him fiercely. He paused and then resumed his train of thought: "So, memories are like perfume, neither too strong nor too light... A little fresh fragrance is best. Do you remember Thomas?" He just sprayed too much perfume on his memory, so he lost himself."

Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment when he heard the familiar yet unfamiliar name.

But immediately, he reacted.

"Do you know the real reason why Thomas defected?" He didn't remember talking to his companions about some of the details after he was abducted.

"How fresh."

Dr. Xiao rolled his eyes and snorted softly: "After we were attacked by Nikita on the freshman entrance plane, I paid a little attention to the banshee... Her relationship with Thomas is not a secret, not even If I need to use my family's power, I can find many clues in the class logs kept in the school library."

Zheng Qing sighed with admiration.

"It's not that I don't know this," he poked the head of the two-headed paper crane he had just folded with a quill, and said in a melancholy tone: "—First the ogre tribe, then the centaurs tribe, and then They are students and teaching assistants at the school. If one head is cut off, another head will appear. Is this still a crow? No, this is a nine-headed bird! After one head is cut off, another nine-headed bird will appear on its neck. I’m not overly immersed in the memories, I’m just worried that they’ll smear me with tar and then cover me with black crow feathers, making me just like them.”

"Very interesting metaphor."

Xiao Xiao raised his eyebrows and flipped through the black notebook at hand: "It will take time to solve this problem, and you don't have much time in the remaining weeks of this semester... I just submitted a manuscript to "Alchemy" It’s been a long time since you had a good rest. Not only do you have to prepare for your graduation thesis, but you also have to prepare for that school project. How can you have time to care about those crows? Oh, by the way, don’t forget to register for the Transfiguration Wizard Certification next week. "

Zheng Qing slammed his head on the textbook room, wanting to kill himself.

But this height is obviously not high enough to kill a wizard.

On the podium, the voice of the Potions Professor was still entering his ears unhurriedly——

"...The preparation of magic potion is both rigorous and casual. For example, for mud powder, we can use yellow mud or black mud. This is its casualness. But on the other hand, when the glass rod is stirred in the crucible, , three and a half turns counterclockwise means three and a half turns counterclockwise, there can be no deviation at all, this is its rigor... And from another dimension, the size and shape of the circle drawn by the glass rod in the crucible cannot be achieved. Uniformity and regularity cannot be completely accurate, which is another manifestation of "casualty"... Rigorousness determines the basic efficacy of the potion, while casualness depends on the color of the decoction or the subtle differences in age, moisture content, etc. of different herbs... …”

"I hate spontaneity."

The wizard, whose head was stuck between the pages of the book, muttered in a low voice - or rather, he hated uncertainty - those crows were like impurities mixed into the crucible, and no one knew what the final potion would become. .

"But magic is inherently random."

Dr. Xiao Da gave a very strange example: "For example, if a goat has sex with a motorcycle, it will give birth to a weird goat that drinks gasoline, has a gas pedal on its horns, and spits black smoke from its butt - this kind of goat is based on mystical logic. The strange but not unreasonable facts are the greatest common denominator in the magical world. In this world, magic and magic are the real logic. Therefore, the combination of motorcycles and goats is casual and rigorous. "

Zheng Qing's focus has deviated as usual.

"Who gave birth to him?"

"What?"

"I mean, that monster with smoke coming out of its butt, was it born from a goat or a motorcycle? How are motorcycles produced? Also, is a goat that drinks gasoline still a goat?"

Xiao Xiao didn't seem to think that this question was unreasonable, but asked Zheng Qing a question very seriously: "Do you know Sinéad Gleason?"

"I don't know."

"He is a therapist who once vividly described a concept similar to your question just now - I mean in the field of therapists - he said that if a patient tries to describe a headache to a doctor, the language will immediately dry up because there are no words that can be used immediately. Then he is forced to make up his own words, holding the pain in one hand and a ball of pure sound in the other hand, pinching them together, and finally a brand new word pops out. The same is true for the combination of motorcycles and goats."

Pah!

The chalk head flew from the podium and hit the heads of the two gossiping wizards accurately.

Ouch!

Zheng Qing hissed a little and covered his head, and suddenly felt that what Xiao Xiao said just now made sense - didn't his language dry up after he was hit by the chalk head?