Monster Hunting High School

A simple drawing is a simple drawing after all.

Its simple head composed of rough graphite lines cannot accommodate a normal soul at all.

Why would the professor come to the classroom with thugs?

This makes absolutely no sense.

Before Zheng Qing could complain to his friends about the strange way of thinking of the stick figure, the classroom door slammed open.

Professor Yao hurriedly walked into the classroom with his lecture notes under his arm and his elegant clothes. Behind him were two stout school guards in gray robes, who carried a wooden box in their hands.

The box is about half a meter high, with red-bottomed patent leather and a brass lotus leaf lock. The cabinet is inlaid with landscape patterns, which look green and white, like jade.

"Good morning!" The professor simply waved his hand and nodded to the students: "You don't have to get up... Just sit, sit, sit still... You two just put the boxes here."

He pointed to the open space next to the desk and motioned to the two gray-robed school guards.

The box was very heavy and made a dull echo when it landed. The two school staff looked really relieved. They bowed slightly to the professor and left the classroom.

Zheng Qing poked his head and stretched his neck hard, trying to see what was in the box.

There were many students who had similar thoughts to him, and the classroom suddenly heard the noise of tables and chairs rubbing against the floor.

Only Nicholas, the old student who had repeated the grade twice, sitting in the back corner of the classroom, was able to put an end to these curiosity. 【】He just smiled slightly and returned to the exercise book in his hand, not paying attention to the gradually restless atmosphere in the classroom.

"Professor, what's in the box?" Li Meng quickly raised her short arm and asked everyone's question.

No matter what course she takes, among all her classmates, she seems to be the only one who can ignore the intimidating aura of every professor and dare to raise her doubts anytime and anywhere.

Professor Yao narrowed his eyes and smiled. Instead of answering everyone's questions directly, he asked another question:

"Have you finished your homework?"

The homework for the last Charms class was not to practice the newly learned spells. In fact, in addition to the binding spell that was first learned, no one has been able to release the second spell that Professor Yao taught everyone, Yuan Chen Guardian, until now.

Even if Zheng Qing memorized the incantation formula of the spell very well and could write it on the Dharma book with a single stroke, he could not make any changes in his Dharma book, let alone successfully cast the spell.

Zheng Qing didn't even know what kind of scene would happen after the spell was released.

It was as if the professor had passed down a wrong spell to everyone.

Therefore, after the last class, Professor Yao did not arrange for everyone to practice the 'Yuan Chen Guardian' or memorize its spells after class as usual, but arranged a new task.

Analyze the ‘Dharma Book’.

Each person writes an article of more than 3,000 words, with the theme of ‘Understanding the Dharma Book’. There is no limit on content, scope and format - there are no restrictions except the number of words.

This means a lot of room for development.

The prose written by Zhang Jixin listed several Dharma books he had used since childhood and their endings, while lamenting the passage of time - Zheng Qing had never discovered that this rough man could have such delicate brushwork.

Dr. Xiao Da wrote a concise paper. He briefly summarized the reasons for the rise of Dharma books and the decline of magic wands and manuals. The focus of his discussion was 'how Dharma books became a medium for casting spells'.

Fatty Xin, on the other hand, wrote a 3,000-word argumentative essay about the types and specifications of Dharma books.

In Zheng Qing's view, this is purely opportunistic.

In Dylan’s words, ‘Fat Man’s paper was just a copy of the product introduction from Shangyuan Book Store… with no technical content at all! But the amazing thing is that this assignment actually meets the professor's requirements...'

In contrast, although Zheng Qing did not have a deep understanding of the Dharma book, he accidentally participated in the process of 'blood refining the Dharma book' when buying the book, so he briefly described the process of buying the book in a recalling tone.

In any case, the homework left by Professor Yao in the previous class was not that difficult.

But the atmosphere in the classroom, which was originally a little restless because of the strange big box, quickly calmed down and became silent after the professor asked about the homework.

Although everyone has finished their homework, due to Lao Yao's bad taste, no one can guarantee that the professor will not ask a certain student to come on stage and recite his homework in front of the audience.

Even Li Meng, who was always bold, quietly retracted his arm and hid his body under the desk.

"Didn't you even do your homework?" Professor Yao looked at everyone strangely and frowned.

"I wrote it!" This time, everyone in the class responded loudly in unison.

"Why don't you say anything after writing..." Professor Yao laughed and scolded: "These bastards scared me!... Downton, collect your homework first and bring it to me."

The tall monitor stood up in response and started to put away the desks one by one with heavy steps.

At the same time, Professor Yao did not remain silent.

He leaned on the podium, took out the pipe from his pocket, knocked it casually on the edge of the podium, and stuffed it into his mouth again.

There was no tobacco plugged in or lighted. Every time, green smoke rose from the pipe, hiding his face behind the smoke, leaving only a big black head looming in mid-air, like a dormant beetle. .

"It's been a month since school started... everyone has already learned two very powerful spells from me."

"The binding spell and Yuan Chen's protection."

"But, I'm disappointed."

"So far, it seems that most students in the class have not been able to fully cast these two spells."

Zheng Qing remembered that he still had no progress with Yuan Chen's guardian spell. He lowered his head in embarrassment and turned his eyes to the Yuan Chen guardian spell copied on the Dharma book.

"I'll think about it after I go back."

"This is not entirely your fault...I found that you don't know a very critical basic issue."

Old Yao brushed away the smoke in front of him and showed a serious expression:

"That's the relationship between magic spells and Dharma books."

"This is a very basic question. I should have told you about it in the first class, but I think if you adjust it this way, you will have a deeper impression of this class."

"Lectures are still boring and cliche."

"But Li is the ladder that is enough for you to truly enter the world of spells."

Zheng Qing couldn't help but raise his head.

"There are two keys to learning magic spells. One is the spell and the other is the Dharma book."

"The Dharma book carries the projection of spells in this world, and the incantation is the primer that triggers this projection."

Professor Yao opened the Dharma book in his hand and flicked it with his fingers.

A string of luminous symbols floated from the pages of the book, like a rainbow, splashing onto the blackboard.

A string of scrawled handwriting gradually appeared as the rainbow disappeared:

"When you don't understand these two words correctly, you won't be able to cast a spell no matter how powerful it is."