Monster Hunting High School

After half a month, Zheng Qing finally had a good dream.

In the dream, he finally found a suitable opportunity and gave the bohemian dress to the gypsy witch - Elena especially liked the box of rouge-colored pearls.

"I can use them to string together two protective necklaces," the witch said happily in her dream, and turned around on tiptoes a few times, like a happy butterfly: "One for you, one for me..."

Before the young public-funded student had time to express his appreciation for the witch's suggestion, he was awakened by a terrifying and strange sound.

"Ahhhhh! No!"

Fatty Xin howled in a strong voice and rummaged around in front of his desk:

"Where's my homework for the Charms class! Where's my homework... I must have done it... a three-thousand-word 'knowledge book'!"

Zheng Qing took a deep breath, turned over, pulled the quilt, and completely covered his head.

But the fat man's sharp wails still penetrated the barriers and penetrated into his ears.

"Doctor! Doctor, have you seen my homework? I also borrowed part of your homework in the library. You know what I wrote... Brother Qing! Brother Qing! Do you know where my homework is? ? If I can't find it, Lao Yao will definitely call a gorilla to strangle me to death..."

In the end, Zheng Qing did not continue that beautiful dream.

The morning breath came slowly, and with the recovery of his spirit, Zheng Qing was horrified to find that the memories in his dreams were quickly disappearing. ——The witch spinning on tiptoes, her laughter like silver bells, and her charming eyes, like the snow under the bright sun, melted quickly and turned into gurgling water, seeping into the deepest part of the memory, never to be found again.

Zheng Qing seemed to hear the squeaking sound of an eraser in his mind.

He couldn't even remember how he gave away the dress in the dream.

"Oh... no!" The young public-funded student huddled up in a ball, wailed, and angrily tore open the curtains, shouting: "You're going to die, you little red guy... It disturbs your dreams so early in the morning, your brain is going crazy! "

The elves were very happy that he finally woke up, and they yelled and flew over from the desk, landing on his hair and shoulders, squeezing around.

Zheng Qing's originally blazing anger was quickly extinguished as if a basin of cold water had been poured on it.

"What time is it," he hummed weakly, his hazy eyes quickly scanning around the dormitory.

Fatty Xin lay on the desk, pulling at every crevice where a page could be hidden, hoping to find his missing homework; Xiao Xiao held his notebook and sat cross-legged on his bed, with messy hair and sleepy eyes; Di Lun's tent was open, and the lid of the coffin was also open. It was obvious that he had stayed away all night.

It was still dark outside the window, and only the occasional chirping of birds heralded the approach of morning.

"It's almost six o'clock... Old Yao's spell class is in two hours. I'm dead!" Fatty Xin grabbed his thin hair and continued to howl.

"Why did you suddenly remember to turn over your homework so early?" Zheng Qing found it difficult to understand.

"I dreamed that a worm ate my homework paper one by one," Fatty Xin said with a sad expression on his face, which was slick with sweat and looked like an upright slug. "Then I woke up and turned over the pages. I looked around, but I really can’t find it… I’ve searched every place where I put my homework, and it’s really gone…”

When he heard the word 'dream', Zheng Qing's face suddenly darkened.

Just like the sky outside the window.

"You can go to morning classes." Zheng Qing ignored the fat man's wailing, turned to Dr. Xiao, and said firmly: "Let's go early today."

Xiao Xiao was confident, turned around and took out his training clothes from the cupboard.

"Hey, you just left like this?? Do you have any sympathy? Where is your conscience! Hey! Where is your conscience?!" Fatty Xin's eyes widened as he watched the two roommates slowly get dressed and open the dormitory. Door, the tone was extremely incredible.

"Hiss...it has just arrived in October, and the weather is already cold." When he opened the door, a cold wind poured into the house. Zheng Qing shivered and wrapped his robe tighter: "This little wind blows Yes, whoosh, it chilled my heart..."

Xiao Xiao put on his glasses silently, hugged his notebook, and followed Zheng Qing.

"You guys are really leaving!... I bought you food! I held a seat for you! I still signed a contract with you... You can't do this! I want to see the professor! I want to see the professor in two hours Yes!…”

"Bang!"

The dormitory door slammed shut.

It blocked the whining autumn wind and also blocked the desperate howling of a certain fat man.

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…

It wasn't until ten minutes before the Charms class that Fatty Xin ran into the classroom, sweating profusely and panting.

He grabbed a piece of mulberry paper and waved it in front of his two roommates with a proud look on his face:

"See! I can find my homework without you!"

"What idiot can't find his homework?" Xiao Xiao rolled his eyes and snorted.

Fatty Xin was suddenly speechless.

"Where did you find it?" Zheng Qing was very interested in this.

"Tuan Tuan used it to wrap up midnight snacks. I gave it a chicken leg, and it took three seconds for it to pick it up for me from the table outside the window..." Fatty Xin sat on the chair resentfully, regardless of the miserable shape of the chair. He screamed, leaned back hard, crossed his legs, and complained: "I want to break up with you! Without you, you would run away when you see your friends in trouble..."

"The cafeteria has roast chicken at noon today. I just ordered one." Zheng Qing held his chin and gave the fat man a sideways glance.

"Oh... okay, actually I can understand your behavior." Fatty Xin immediately straightened his sitting posture, slapped the Charms class homework on the desk, and said with a serious expression: "I woke you up in the morning, I'm so sorry!"

"Do you have any principles?" Zheng Qing picked up the fat man's homework with two fingers.

As if it was rolled into a ball and then spread out, the mulberry paper is full of tiny wrinkles. In the blank space of the page, a suspicious dark purple stain can be vaguely seen.

Zheng Qing strongly suspected that it was the last trace left by some poor mouse in this world.

"Principle? What is a principle!" Fatty Xin looked at his roommate solemnly, his face filled with divine brilliance: "Is there anything more important in this world than eating? Eating is my principle !”

"I don't know the principle," Zheng Qing shook the piece of paper between his fingers and smacked his lips: "But if you hand over this piece of paper, there is a certain possibility that Lao Yao will call an orangutan out to eat you..."

Before the fat man could refute, the little stick figure behind the door screamed at the top of his lungs:

"The teacher is here!"

"Everyone... hurry up... sit down... okay!"

"Old Yao brought two thugs here!"