Monster Hunting High School

After the opening ceremony of the school hunting party, Jiuyou College arranged a grand hunting dance in the square beside Linzhong Lake on Thursday night. Including young professors from the school, special guests from outside the school, and hundreds of participating hunters, all will attend the closing ceremony of the opening ceremony.

As a publicly funded student of Jiuyou Academy and the youngest recipient of the Merlin Order in the past twenty years, Zheng Qing originally also received an invitation to the dance.

But he ultimately gave up the opportunity.

Because his dance partner, the charming gypsy witch, was nowhere to be found again.

But what pleased our publicly funded student was that this time Irina flew him a paper crane and apologized deeply for not being able to attend the dance in the evening.

The letter also included several rare rubbings of ancient runes—perhaps the gypsy witch believed that these gifts full of magical meanings could somewhat soothe the loss in the young public student's heart.

"These rubbings contain very strong traces of runes... This is a type of runes often used by wizards in ancient Scandinavia." The young public-funded student held a magnifying glass in one hand and lowered his head. , while carefully observing the symbols on the rubbings, he explained them to other people in the dormitory in a serious manner.

As if anyone else cared about the obscure symbols.

No one paid any attention to him.

Zheng Qing finally put down the magnifying glass in his hand.

He took out the pocket watch in his pocket and glanced at the time ticking on the dial.

It's half past six in the evening, an hour before the dance starts.

"Excuse me, please help me pull the belt at the back...it seems to be wrinkled at the back." Fatty Xin held his belly and strolled in front of Zheng Qing. He turned around and asked naggingly: "Are you really not going to do it tonight?" Are you planning to go? This is our first dance since we entered school, and I heard that there are also a group of cute fox girls tonight!

Fatty Xin got the invitation to the prom as a member of the school newspaper's editorial board. When he proudly slapped the invitation on the desk, the other three people in the dormitory silently took out the same invitation and waved it in front of his nose - Dylan even took out two Letter of invitation.

This greatly frustrated the fat man.

Fortunately, having a broad mind and being fat is a necessary and sufficient condition, and a fat person's mentality can always be adjusted back to its optimal state in a short period of time.

"Where did this fox girl come from?" Zheng Qing asked while helping him straighten the wrinkles on his belt and wrinkled his nose: "I thought the guests at the dance today were all more formal guests..."

"They are very formal guests." Xiao Xiao spoke slowly: "If you guessed correctly, those fox girls should be the maids or juniors brought by Su Shijun... The Qingqiu Su family's pomp is always very grand."

"Bingo! But there is no prize." The fat man snapped his fingers, shook his shoulders, kicked and danced, sliding around the dormitory, mumbling: "But I The news I got from the editorial office said that Su Shijun will not attend the dance tonight. She seems to be visiting some relatives and friends in Beta Town..."

The orange cat, who was taking a nap on the desk, was awakened by the pitter-patter of the fat man's footsteps and made a violent threatening sound.

The elves were flying around in mid-air, floating in front of each wizard who was changing clothes, curiously looking at their different outfits.

"Can you please let them be quiet for a while? The powder I just put on my face will be blown away by their wings." Dylan complained in a low voice not far away.

"As a wizard, can you not be so honest and upright about applying powder?" Zheng Qing sighed heavily and waved his hand to recall his elves.

The elves did not show any resentment at being expelled, but instead screamed, flapped their wings happily, and landed back on Zheng Qing.

Of course, there are also a few bold elves who land directly in the orange cat's fur.

Tuantuan shook the tip of his tail, not minding these interruptions, but snoring happily to welcome the new guests on his body.

"...So, you really don't plan to go today?" Hearing Zheng Qing's "unfair" comment, Dylan immediately brought the topic to the pain point of the public-funded students, emphasizing: "You know, hunting dances are not You can open it if you want..."

"But now it's the moon hunt." Zheng Qing picked up a newspaper from the desk and shook it: "I checked the moon hunt schedule published in the school newspaper. For the next four weeks, there will be a school-wide schedule every weekend. There will always be a chance for a hunting party within.”

“Beauty is always forgiven,” Dylan concluded in a sing-song aria, wearing his crisp new robe, adjusting the wrinkles on his smile as he looked in the mirror: “Ah...beautiful! How beautiful. , how invincible..."

Zheng Qing glanced at him enviously.

Dylan also received an invitation to the ball, two of them - and it had something to do with his name.

Dylan O'Brien Talbot, whether from the O'Brien family or the Talbot family, is fully qualified to receive an invitation letter.

But there is only one Dylan, neither O'Brien nor Talbot.

As the organizer of the dance, the student union of Jiuyou College would rather go to a little trouble than find discomfort in issues involving hierarchy and ownership, so they simply sent two invitation letters to Dylan, inviting them respectively. His two surnames.

Very lazy, but very stable.

So since dinner, the vampire werewolf gentleman began to wander between his wardrobe and the full-length mirror, trying on one robe after another, one belt after another, and one cufflink after another.

He even coated his two small fangs with a layer of sparkling powder, which made them look extremely gorgeous. Every time he smiled, it felt like his eyes were blinded.

"I don't know how to dance anyway, so I won't get involved." Zheng Qing defended with weak reasons.

"In that case, it's just right." Xiao Xiao suddenly spoke up and said to the young public-funded students: "The Exoneration Hunting Team needs to arrange training matters as soon as possible... Since you have free time, go to the school working committee office in the evening. Discuss the borrowing of hunting grounds with the wizard on duty."

"And the coach!" Fatty Xin waved his fist vigorously and reminded: "Coach of the Judgment Hunting Team! You have to remind Senior Xiaojian when to start a small show with us..."

"That's right." Dylan also stopped showing off in front of the full-length mirror, turned his head, and asked excitedly: "I'm still the hunter of your hunting team! Should I let Hoffman guide me? Oops! A disciple of the strongest hunter in the First University, this title sounds very exciting!"

"One of the hunters!" Zheng Qing had to speak loudly to suppress the suddenly chaotic atmosphere in the dormitory, and emphasized to Dylan: "You are just one of the hunters! Lanque is also a hunter of our hunting team..."

"And you," Zheng Qing turned around and looked at Xiao Xiao suspiciously: "I will naturally take care of the hunting team matter... But there is one thing I have always been curious about. Where did your invitation to the dance tonight come from? Where did it come from? And why is the color of your invitation different from ours?”

The prom invitations from Zheng Qing, Fatty Xin, Dylan and others all had ordinary bright red covers.

Xiao Xiao's invitation was purple-black with a noble aura.

"Oh, this... Sima gave it to me," Xiao Xiao adjusted her glasses and said nonchalantly: "She was asked by the school to attend tonight's dance, but she couldn't find a dance partner, so she asked me for help..."

Dormitory 403 fell into a deadly silence.