Monster Hunting High School

The dormitory in the afternoon is a quiet dormitory.

The birds outside the window were chirping idly in the midday air, with half-open eyes, nodding leisurely among the branches; the orange cats were lying in a ball on the desk, squinting, enjoying the comfort day after day; The elves spread their wings and hung on Zheng Qing's curtain, like hibernating tree sperm.

There were only two figures in the dormitory.

Zheng Qing was leaning on his bed, rolling the Merlin brass medal between his fingers, staring at a small black stain on the ceiling, thinking about something.

Fatty Xin was half-lying on the desk, looking sleepily as he opened the thick documents in his hands, looking like he could fall asleep at any time.

Maybe it's to divert attention and make myself more awake.

Maybe he just couldn't stand the brass medal that kept appearing in his field of vision.

Fatty Xin opened his fleshy bubble eyes wide, and hummed in a long voice: "How long will you continue to play with that little piece of copper! Have you finished last week's homework?"

Zheng Qing ignored his noise and just blinked.

"I remember that the deadline Lao Yao gave you is this Friday..." Fatty raised his stubby fingers, bent them one by one, and reminded: "Today is Wednesday at noon... You still have two and a half days. Go make up your homework."

The young public-sponsored student finally gave up thinking about life and the world, sighed deeply, and looked away from the ceiling, landing on the fat man next to the desk.

"Why don't you just read your book in peace..." He said weakly: "Do you know where they went?"

"No, not good at all. Especially when you are still playing with your bronze medal." Fatty Xin's head shook, but he still answered Zheng Qing's question very kindly: "Big If the doctor is not in his bed, he must be in the library... As for Dylan, I have opened his tent before, and the coffin is tightly closed. I don't know if there is anyone inside... Do you want to open it and take a look? ?”

Zheng Qing turned his head, the vampire werewolf's bright red velvet curtain was tightly closed, and there was no sound inside.

He quickly looked away and shook his head vigorously.

"No thanks."

"I think so too," the fat man pulled out a small box of grapes from his watch, picked one and threw it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "I have always felt that respecting other people's privacy is a minimum moral code. "

The grapes in the box have been washed, and there are still a few drops of crystal water remaining on the purple-black peel, which shines with a clear luster in the sun.

This made Zheng Qing's index fingers widen.

He rolled out of bed, took off his shoes, walked to the desk, grabbed a few fruits unceremoniously and stuffed them into his mouth.

"I never knew that you actually knew the moral code!" The young public-funded student snorted in a mocking tone: "Who used my name to trick the little girl into taking photos in the past two days, and then received a lot of paper Crane is back?"

Fatty Xin blinked quickly and smiled without any excuse.

Zheng Qing sighed deeply again, grabbed the fruit box from the fat man's hand, and buried his head in it.

Fatty Xin shrugged hard and pulled out another box of fresh fruit from his watch.

"What does it feel like to be a hero?" He pushed Zheng Qing, who had his head buried in the fruit box, and suddenly asked.

Zheng Qing raised his head blankly, smacking his lips, and a drop of grape juice slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Hero?" He chewed on these two interesting words and laughed at himself: "It seems true... I remember I have explained it to you more than once..."

"Yes, yes, I know that you are not the great hero who suppressed the wild monsters, but a trembling little boy hiding in 'Oster's Guardian'." The fat man helplessly interrupted Zheng Qing's explanation again, and turned Rolling his eyes, he emphasized: "The point of what I said is feeling... Do you understand feeling? It's... if Elena accepts your skirt now, you will feel very happy and excited. !”

This example made Zheng Qing feel a little worse.

He roughly pulled out a tissue, wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth, and said nothing.

Rather than saying that he was unhappy with the fat man's words, it was better to say that he felt a little confused by the fat man's question.

Becoming a hero did not bring about earth-shaking changes in Zheng Qing's school life.

To be precise, he is still an outstanding publicly funded student in the eyes of everyone.

It's just a little more dazzling.

Except for the fact that he took time out for an exclusive interview with the school newspaper at noon on Tuesday, everything remained the same as before, except that he often encountered students asking for autographs and taking photos on campus.

Of course, in the dormitory, everyone's conversation for several days always revolved around the brass medal.

These things made Zheng Qing gradually forget the embarrassment of being rejected by the First University Student Union, and ignore the headache that had not recurred for some days - of course, he was still thinking hard every day about how to give away the skirt.

Thinking of this, he answered honestly: "I don't have any special feelings...it's just that I've been feeling annoyed lately."

"Oh, don't be so perfunctory..." Fatty Xin wailed: "I promised Linda to write an exclusive interview... You must say something different."

"Linda?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows: "The reporter from the school newspaper wearing silver high heels?"

"Do you only pay attention to this point?" Fatty Xin raised his head, showing his two nostrils, and said sarcastically: "I thought that as a hero, you would pay more attention to some unique things..."

"for example?"

"Like connotation! Like thoughts! Like soul! Not superficial hairstyles, clothes, and grooming!" Fatty Xin waved his arms with a distressed expression.

"It's very meaningful to say that." Zheng Qing raised his eyelids and looked at his roommate carefully: "It's easy for people to doubt something... But that's right, as a Germanic, that blond and blue-eyed beauty It should really suit your taste."

"The taste of fart." The fat man fell down on his bed in frustration, his tone full of sadness: "Do you think that kind of goddess will set her sights on me... I'm just trying to join the school newspaper. I need an article. It’s just a suitable manuscript.”

"I thought the club's recruitment for new students ended yesterday." Zheng Qing said in surprise.

Yesterday, Tuesday, was the last day of September, and it was also the day when all clubs at First University stopped recruiting new students.

Freshmen who have not joined any clubs - such as Zheng Qing - no matter how good they are, can only wait until the new recruitment month comes again next year before trying to resubmit their resumes.

"The school newspaper is not a club, but an office under the student union." Fatty Xin muttered: "You can understand it as an outsourcing agency of the student union... so there will be a certain degree of flexibility in the employment rules."

Zheng Qing originally wanted to ask why he had not successfully joined any clubs, but looking at the frustrated expression on the fat man's face, he finally gave up on stabbing him again.

"Okay." He held the desk, sat up straight, and showed a serious expression: "Then, Mr. Non-famous journalist, if you have any questions, just ask..."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and pretended to look at his watch:

"My time is very tight. You only have three minutes for questions... Of course, since we are old friends, this time will be somewhat flexible."

"Hehe..." Fatty Xin blinked and showed an eager expression: "I knew Brother Qing was interesting."