Monster Hunting High School

The celebrations of the magicians are not more exciting than the celebrations in Baiding's world. 【】

It's just that they can always come up with a lot of new things - such as Turin fairies dancing in grass skirts, Siren banshees floating in the air and singing loudly; there are also snowflakes flying in the sky, making a tinkling sound when falling on the ground, and dancing in the air. The petals rain together to form a beautiful movement.

But in Zheng Qing's eyes, these are meaningless.

The goblins' funny dances can't cover up their rude and rude behavior, and the strong fragrance of the sirens can't cover up the looming fishy smell of the sea. Even the magic snowflakes floating above your head will still be absorbed by your hands if you catch them. The heat turned into a puddle of cold water and disappeared cleanly along the fingers.

There are also those old-fashioned rules, old-fashioned rhetoric, and complicated rules.

They are all the perfect recipe for wearing down the spirit of a young wizard.

Compared with these, Zheng Qing was more interested in the presidents of First University.

It had been almost a month since he enrolled in school, and he had a close relationship with several principals. Even the deans of the colleges who often appeared in newspaper headlines, he had heard about them but not recognized them.

And it is said that these big guys will show up at the opening ceremony.

There is less than half an hour before the celebration begins.

Senior students from four colleges, researchers from several research institutes, teaching assistants, lecturers, professors, and old school workers who walked tremblingly began to enter the hall in order.

According to the old rules, everyone has their own place.

The professors stood in the protruding terrace on the highest floor on the side of the auditorium. They were draped in black robes and gathered together in twos and threes, chatting and laughing quietly, looking relaxed.

The teaching assistants and lecturers are located half a floor lower, together with the researchers, standing in the semi-enclosed ring corridor under the terrace.

The students are arranged from top to bottom according to their grade level.

The seniors stood in the corridor on the fourth floor, the juniors stood in the corridor on the third floor, and so on. The freshmen of the class of 2008 could only stand in the circular corridor on the first floor.

Compared with the teachers and staff, the students seemed much more restrained.

Whether they are senior students or freshmen who have just entered the school, they are all cautious about what they say and do, for fear of being accidentally caught by the pickets and having their credits deducted.

The pickets were composed of student union officers and some school workers. They quietly patrolled the corridors on each floor, holding hard noteboards in their arms, ready to pull out the troublemakers and punish them at any time.

"Did you hear anything?" Zheng Qing suddenly raised his head, looked around suspiciously, and pushed his companion next to him.

The little fox hiding in his arms also turned its ears, its eyes widened, and its big fluffy tail stopped waving.

"Sound?" Fatty Xin scratched his furry head and squeezed his eyes, his expression very confused: "Apart from the chirping of birds and the barking of dogs... I didn't hear any other sounds... and that little pig. 's humming sound.

Several other people also looked confused.

"It does seem a bit strange..." Li Meng frowned and tried to prick up his ears, his face turning red: "It sounds familiar..."

"What sound did you hear?" Xiao Xiaoruo realized something, quickly opened his notebook, and asked eagerly.

Zheng Qing tilted his head and found that this kind of thing was really difficult to describe.

Just like the ebb and flow of the tide and the falling rain, you can find many onomatopoeias and adjectives to describe these scenes, but the language is ultimately too poor and pale to accurately describe the connotation.

"I really should learn more magic words," Zheng Qing muttered, the features on his face wrinkled up: "I find that magic words are more precise and easier to describe and describe... vaguely speaking, it's a bit It’s like the sound of birds chirping when you wake up in the morning; it’s also a bit like the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves during the rainy season.”

"What you're comparing is not the same voice at all...how can this be the same?" Fatty Xin looked suspicious.

"It's like the sound of the sun rising and setting, and the sound of the stars crying." Li Meng pointed her fingers and said irrelevant metaphors.

"There is still a sound when the sun rises?" Zhang Jixin finally couldn't help it and complained: "There are also stars crying. Are you sure you weren't scared to death by a ghost in bed?"

Li Meng had a dark face and said nothing. He just turned around and kicked Zhang Jixin in the leg.

Zheng Qing couldn't help laughing.

He found that the little witch liked to kick people more and more now. He didn't know who she learned from.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Jiang Yu.

Monitor Jiang is crossing his arms, frowning slightly, tapping his fingers lightly, with a very focused expression that makes people look at him twice.

"Silence." Xiao Xiao raised his brush, stopping the dispute between several companions and calling back the distracted public-funded students.

Zheng Qing turned around and was surprised to find that wisps of pale white mist began to float over the hall at some point.

The sirens and goblins who were dancing and singing in the center of the hall were now gone.

Even the large light clusters hovering in mid-air were extinguished one after another.

There was only darkness above.

Like the deep universe, quiet and timeless.

A small flame as big as a bean flickered in the darkness.

Zheng Qing's eyes widened.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

The drum beat seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, and the big flames trembled with the drum beat.

With just a few clicks, Zheng Qing's attention was completely captured.

A short and intense movement, clearly marking the beginning and ending point.

Those thin mists, accompanied by bright drums and exciting rhythms, quickly coiled, vibrated, and spread, turning into mysterious and strange patterns one after another.

Staring at those patterns and listening to the music that began to slowly flow in his ears, a picture suddenly appeared in front of Zheng Qing's eyes.

The dry universe is pitch black and lifeless.

A blue, tiny planet, like a grain of dry sand in the sea of ​​stars, quietly hovering in its orbit.

Circle, year, year after year.

There is no beginning and no end.

As if a bolt of lightning broke through the fog, a spark of life burst out from this infinite silence.

The music in my ears was interrupted for an instant, as if I lost my voice due to shock!

Then hesitantly and cautiously, the flute sounded, and he poked his head;

Intermittently, the trumpet, flute, double bass, and bass drum spit out the sounds of their own exploration.

The field of vision expanded infinitely, and Zheng Qing's perception seemed to rush into the tiniest cells in an instant.

In my ears, the tinkling piano, accompanied by heavy chords, and long horns fully demonstrated the feeling of time flying by.

Cells divide rapidly, single cells, multi-cells, plants, animals, swimming in the sea, crawling to the ground. The evolutionary history of organisms that only exists in imagination is like a fast-forward silent movie, unfolding quickly in front of Zheng Qing.

The music became more and more intense and rich, and the scenery in front of Zheng Qing also became more and more rich. A feeling of life slowly rose from the bottom of his heart, and an indescribable sense of satisfaction filled his heart.

His vision suddenly widened, and a creepy sense of threat shattered the comfort and peace just now.

The huge meteorite with burning flames rubbed the tip of Zheng Qing's nose and hit the blue planet that had just given birth to life. The rising smoke, the violently vibrating plates, and the frantically escaping creatures.

The music stopped again, and Zheng Qing clearly felt the calm before the storm.

Then, the short and fierce string sounds were struck vigorously and decisively, each one stronger than the next, one wave higher than the next, the momentum was violent and unstoppable!

Zheng Qing knew that this was life venting its anger.

It wasn't until the blue planet slowly returned to calm that the music gradually became lower.

The music at this moment is no longer as rich and complex as before, but clearly shows two or three themes.

The double bass and cello are helpless, and the lingering sound keeps lingering; the violin and trumpet are eager to try and keep impacting; the piano, bass drum, and other instruments that Zheng Qing can't hear are intertwined together, the sound range continues to expand, the modulation becomes more and more unpredictable, and the rhythm becomes more and more complex. Become more complex and changeable.

Animals running on the ground, jumping fish in the sea, birds soaring in the sky, insects crawling among the treetops, mosquitoes and flies buzzing in the meadow, and the struggling faces of countless creatures appeared in front of my eyes in an instant.

Then, it stopped abruptly.

Everything in front of him suddenly disappeared and he returned to the magnificent auditorium.

Zheng Qing blinked hard, letting his brain slowly adjust to the suddenly soothing rhythm. Then he looked blankly into the air, why was it suddenly gone? What about humans? What about the creature behind? What do those three themes represent?

The auditorium was silent, as if the intense music just now was all his imagination.

A moment later, a buzzing sound started, quickly spreading from the first floor to the top.

Regrets and unfinished hustle and bustle filled it.

"Finally I feel it," Xiao Xiao put on his glasses again, with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes: "The sound of life! The baptism of the soul! The feast for the freshmen of the First University!"

"The legendary one purifies your soul through the impact of music and images, allowing you to fully feel the greatness and extraordinaryness of this world, and allowing you to directly face the mysterious and unpredictable origin of the world."

"Unparalleled..." Zheng Qing recalled the music just now in fascination, savoring it and admiring it.