Monster Hunting High School

Time always flies by when you are busy.

Especially when everyone is busy, the whole world seems to be accelerated.

While the hustle and bustle of the opening ceremony was still echoing in my ears, the calendar had silently turned two pages and entered the weekend of the seventh week of school.

Different from the quiet environment on Saturday mornings on weekdays, Saturdays during the Hunter Moon are very lively from morning to night.

The officers of the Jiuyou College Student Union were running around the school, coordinating the different requirements of different hunting teams, different colleges, and even guests from outside the school; the officers of the Federation of Societies also stood in front of their respective booths all day long, working hard They are promoting their respective ideas, hoping to get more sponsorships during this peak fundraising season; even Feiyuan outside Pavilion No. 3 has seen many freshmen sharpening their guns and practicing magic in the early morning in the past few days.

But Zheng Qing did not fall into this national frenzy.

Ever since the maid who accidentally made Su Shijun cry on Thursday night, the public-sponsored students at Jiuyou College have rarely calmed down a lot. In addition to attending classes, Jian Tianwo studied magic books in the dormitory, and even went to the library much less frequently.

Of course, he did not explain the reason for his "low-key" to his roommates - because he was worried that after knowing the truth, Fatty Xin would be the first to rush up, knock him unconscious and drag him to the guests from Qingqiu. reward.

Zheng Qing just vaguely expressed that Elena gave him some ancient talismans and needed help in studying them.

Of course, this is not entirely an excuse.

The gypsy witch did give Zheng Qing some talismans and asked him to help decipher them. It's just that those talismans were too difficult. Even with a solid foundation in knowledge and the support of Shushan Hall's large collection of books, Zheng Qing's progress in interpretation was still very slow.

It's noon now.

Zheng Qing was taking a nap on his desk, with a copy of Mankiw's "Principles of Rune Construction" spread out under his arm. There was also a stack of reference books related to runes in front of his head, such as "Ancient Talisman", "Etymology" and "Encyclopedia of Talisman". wait.

After returning from morning classes at Feiyuan in the morning, he dove into these piles of old papers. His head felt dizzy from looking at them, but he still couldn't find any inspiration.

"Snapped!"

A slap hit Zheng Qing hard on the arm.

The young public-funded student wrinkled his nose in a daze and vaguely smelled a trace of smoke.

"Fire?" He hummed, but didn't want to move.

"'Pure Heart Talisman', you asked me to take a picture of you every half hour." Xiao Xiao's voice sounded in his ears, but it seemed to be thousands of miles away, and it seemed extremely ethereal and unreal: " ...Studying ancient talismans is very energy-consuming...Don't you still have patrol duties at night? If you keep going like this, aren't you afraid of falling asleep during patrol at night and falling into the lake? "

Ancient talismans...

Patrolling at night…

sleep…

Zheng Qing finally grasped a glimmer of clarity in the chaos, struggled, and opened one eye.

Not far from his sight, on his arm, a piece of light yellow talisman paper was slowly emitting green smoke. Through the smoke, across the desk, Xiao Xiao was immersed in his notebook, writing his never-ending notes.

The curtains on the balcony were half-closed, and the late autumn sunlight filtered through the windows and fell on the desk, giving the whole room a somewhat lazy atmosphere. The orange cats huddled together and snored in the sunshine. The elves were scattered around it, and they seemed to be asleep.

The dormitory was quiet.

Apart from the rustling sound of the quill in Xiao Xiao's hand, there was only the faint sound of snoring.

The young public-funded student took a deep breath, rubbed his face vigorously, and sat up with a snap.

This violent movement made the desk creak. The purring sound suddenly stopped, it shook its beard, flicked its tail, and grinned menacingly.

"Where are they? Haven't they come back yet?" Zheng Qing apologized and stroked the fat cat twice, then turned to look at the doctor.

"You really should take a good rest." Xiao Xiao finally stopped what he was doing, raised his head, and glanced at the publicly funded student opposite.

Then he took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, shook his head and yawned, and said slowly: "...You asked this question when you were awakened by the 'Pure Heart Talisman' an hour ago..."

"Dylan came back at eight o'clock in the morning. He is probably having a sweet dream in the coffin now."

"As for Fatty Xin, he went out at nine o'clock in the morning and hasn't come back yet... not even a paper crane has flown."

As he said that, Xiao Xiao took out his timer, looked at the time, and complained: "I even asked him to help bring lunch... Depending on the situation, I'm afraid we will both be hungry for a while..."

Say Cao Cao, and Cao Cao will arrive.

Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside the door.

The bronze mirror hanging under the ceiling shook violently, casting a yellow halo in front of the entrance hall.

The dormitory door was pushed open with a bang.

"Hey, be gentle." Zheng Qing stretched his arms, turned his head helplessly, and complained: "You will shake the house down!"

At the same time, angry shouts came from the desk, as well as the messy sounds of the elves.

"Wucao!" Fatty Xin's angry voice came from the door: "It's been so long since the Sand Toki Cute incident. When are you going to take down this broken mirror!"

He was stunned by the bronze mirror again.

"When I installed the mirror, you praised it and said, 'It's the most sensitive magic weapon in the world.'" A gloomy voice came from Dylan's tent - after all, someone woke him up from his sleep. A very bad experience.

The fat man laughed dryly and skipped the topic.

"Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang!" The fat man took out a small paper bag from behind like he was offering a treasure, raised it high, and shouted, "What do you think this is?!"

"Lunch?" Xiao Xiao was shocked: "I've been hungry for a long time..."

The smile on Fatty Xin's face melted away as quickly as spring snow.

He scratched the back of his head, looked at the two eager wizards at the desk in embarrassment, and laughed dryly: "Ha, I forgot about this... I think you can ask the elves to help buy lunch..."

"What a wonderful note." Xiao Xiao snorted.

Green elves lacking magical abilities are not suitable for working too far away from their hosts. For example, going out to buy food. Because they are easily robbed by passing crows or squirrels.

"You can eat food at any time... I have something more exciting than eating here!" Fatty Xin spread his hands and stretched them to the center of the desk, showing off his 'treasure'.

Zheng Qing held his breath, trying his best to block out the rich sweat coming from the fat man's body, and squinted at his palms.

Opening the small paper bag, Fatty Xin found something like two peanuts in his hand.

"What is this?" The public-funded student blinked.

Xiao Xiao still buried his head in his notebook, and Dylan was still hiding behind the tent, seemingly asleep again. Both of them ignored the fat man.

"Seed!" Fatty Xin carefully gestured with his mouth, with a mysterious smile on his face.

"Seeds?" Zheng Qing glanced at him blankly and tugged at the corner of his mouth: "I know it's a seed, but the problem is, I don't know what kind of seed it is... What is this seed for? Do you plan to grow herbs in the dormitory? "

"Seeds?" Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and raised his head.

"...I also seemed to hear someone talking about 'seeds'." Dylan's yawning sound sounded from the tent, and soon the sound of the lid of his large coffin turning over also sounded.

"Seeds, are they so attractive?" Zheng Qing fiddled with the two peanuts in the fat man's hand in surprise, and repeated his question: "What kind of seeds are these..."

"A seed is a seed." Xiao Xiao left the chair at some point, floated over quietly, and answered in a low voice.

"It's the seeds that can bloom and grow grass." Dylan also poked his head out from behind the tent.

Zheng Qing squinted his eyes and looked at the three of them one by one, and asked in a strange tone: "Can someone please tell me what kind of flowers and plants this seed grows?"

"Morning flowers and projection grass." Dr. Xiao finally showed mercy and told the answer to the young public-funded student who was about to go crazy: "... This is a magic with a very long history, which can condense a certain image and sound into In the seeds, wizards can recall the lost moments..."

Zheng Qing suddenly realized.

Fatty Xin chuckled, squeezed past the table, and brought a palm-sized flowerpot with blue and white porcelain walls from the balcony.