Monster Hunting High School

Wednesday morning was supposed to be a lesson on Magical Philosophy, but Astronomy Class 08-1 had already taken this lesson in advance on Monday, so Zheng Qing and others in the class were very curious about how Professor Yao would handle this slightly conflicting situation.

Fatty Xin was very pessimistic and believed that the college would send another spells professor to replace Lao Yao to make up lessons for everyone. But this statement was despised by Xiao Xiao and Zhang Jixin.

"He is the counselor of our class!" Zhang Jixin clapped the Dharma book in his hand and emphasized: "Even if we need to change the professor, we should change the professor of this magic philosophy class... It is impossible to change our course."

"You should know that he is also the dean of our Jiuyou College and has the authority to temporarily adjust the class schedule." Xiao Xiao added next to him: "The "First University Management Regulations" clearly stipulate the scope of the dean's authority... said Maybe he will teach the protective spell to all the students in the philosophy class this class."

"What do you think?" Fatty Xin turned to look at Zheng Qing, trying to gain support from others: "What do you think Yao will talk about in this class?"

"What?" Zheng Qing raised his head in a daze, as if he had just heard the discussion of several companions, and said vaguely: "It's all okay, all is okay..."

"Attention! Focus!" Fatty Xin rubbed his fingers, snapped his fingers in front of Zheng Qing's eyes, and raised his voice slightly: "You can't lose your soul just because Elena came to class today. Come on!"

This sentence hit the Achilles heel of the young public-funded student.

Indeed, the gypsy witch came to class for the first time today, which made Zheng Qing feel a little lost. He was just thinking about how he could inadvertently strike up a conversation with Elena again, and then find a way to give away the skirt he had bought for a long time.

But these secret thoughts obviously cannot be known to others.

Zheng Qing's face suddenly turned red, and his eyes immediately became clearer.

"Fart!" He denied in a low voice, and then waited for a moment before adding: "I was just thinking about when to go to Professor Li to get the transformation potion... You know, it's early October, maybe I should take advantage of the werewolves not yet. When transforming, first kill some of your own misfortune.

Even he believed what he said.

Fatty Xin naturally had no more doubts.

Because Professor Yao did not impose a silence order on Zheng Qing, several boys knew about the treatment plan arranged by Professor Yi for Zheng Qing during class yesterday afternoon.

Nearly all expressed some degree of envy.

After all, except for those young people born into the ancient wizarding aristocracy, there are very few wizards who can start learning transfiguration in their first year of college. Not to mention you can use free transformation potions.

It's no wonder that Dr. Xiao would speculate that the college had recently robbed the lairs of several ancient dragons, so it had too much money and no place to spend it.

Today is no exception.

When Zheng Qing brought up this topic again, several boys quickly began to discuss with great interest when Zheng Qing would drink the transformation potion, what kind of animal he would turn into, whether he should take some photos as a souvenir, and whether he needed to get the transformation potion from Beta in advance. Buying some pet food and many other obscure things.

When the topic turned to the bizarre topic of 'if Zheng Qing turned into a cockroach, would he give birth to a bunch of cubs within twelve hours?', the young public-funded student finally couldn't bear it anymore and forcibly interrupted their conversation. .

"It's time to go to class!" Zheng Qing roughly separated a few boys who were gathered in a group, and said very firmly: "I will never turn into a cockroach... So, shut up and don't discuss this issue anymore."

At this moment, the little stick figure behind the door started shouting.

Fatty Xin shrugged, gave up the argument, turned around and sat back in his seat.

This made Zheng Qing feel relieved.

He couldn't help but quietly turned his head and glanced at the gypsy witch sitting in another corner of the classroom.

Elena seemed to have returned to her state on the school plane, leaning against the wall as if dozing off, looking very tired.

"If you are really worried, just sit over and ask...the seat next to her is still empty." Xiao Xiao's voice suddenly sounded in Zheng Qing's ears.

"No... no way!" Zheng Qing immediately turned his head and argued forcefully: "Why can't I understand what you said... I just wanted to see if Lao Yao came in."

Xiao Xiao tilted his head and looked over the top edge of the black-rimmed glasses to examine the young public-funded student.

a long time.

It wasn't until Lao Yao strode onto the podium that Dr. Xiao snorted from his nose:

"Whatever...as long as you're happy."

Zheng Qing slapped the desk in despair.

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Contrary to the guesses of the boys, Lao Yao's solution to one person taking two different classes at the same time is very simple and crude.

It is also very consistent with the identity of the dean of Jiuyou College.

He didn't know what kind of magic he used to create another 'Professor Yao' - a 'Professor Yao' who was so lifelike that all the students could not tell the difference between the real one and the fake one.

Two Professor Yao stood on the podium at the same time, giving lectures as if they were talking about cross talk.

An old man Yao happily said that he had applied for a new small classroom so that he could provide individual tutoring for the students of Astronomy Class 08-1 for the magic lesson that had fallen behind.

Another old man, Yao, lost no time in telling the students who came to take the magic philosophy course that this spacious West 306 belonged to them completely, and everyone could sit more loosely and more comfortably.

This interesting way enlivens the atmosphere in the entire classroom.

"Maybe Lao Yao has created a new teaching model." When the students of Astronomy Class 08-1 were transitioning, many people were joking with each other.

Zheng Qing and several companions did not join in.

They were discussing how to go to the Association of Societies for interviews in the afternoon.

While Zheng Qing was discussing with gusto, several boys around him involuntarily closed their mouths.

"Hurry up," the young public-funded student couldn't help but urge: "You haven't finished talking just now. What should we do after the hunting team is formed? Do I need to make an appointment with a coach a week in advance..."

No one picked up on his words.

Every boy was looking at Zheng Qing with subtle and strange eyes, which almost made him think he had a flower growing on his face.

Just when he was a little annoyed, a fragrant fragrance that was already a little unfamiliar, but still very familiar, poured into his nasal cavity, making him freeze in place immediately.

"I remembered that there is a row of books on the bookshelf in Shushan Hall today that needs to be sorted into volumes." Xiao Xiao quickly picked up the books, paper and pens on the desk, stuffed them into his robe, and then picked up the black notebook , resigned politely.

"Ah! My brother said he would give me special training, I almost forgot..." Zhang Jixin immediately came up with his own excuse and ran out of the classroom with a smile on his face.

"Wait for me, wait a minute." Fatty Xin quickly followed behind the two of them, but still did not forget to turn around and explained to his roommate with a playful smile: "You know, I am going to follow the editor to collect news... "