Monster Hunting High School

"Is it your red eyes that scare Elena?"

"Or is it that she discovered that you were running three boats?"

"As the saying goes, a couple's kindness lasts for a hundred days. How big a problem can a fight at the head of the bed be and another at the end of the bed? Right! Just give in, give a little flattery, and then we'll get married?! Girls, that's what they like! kind of mood.”

Fatty Xin sang along with Zhang Jixin and muttered all sorts of unreliable things in Zheng Qing's ear, completely unaware of the increasingly darker face of the young public-funded student.

Until Zheng Qing could no longer suppress the rage in his heart and was about to pull out his Colt Silver Python to give the two idiots in front of him some color, when the little stick figure posted behind the classroom door suddenly screamed:

"Old Yao is here?! Old Yao is here!"

"Old Yao has already gone up the stairs and reached the corner!"

"Students, sit down quickly and take out your textbooks and notebooks!"

Hearing its warning, the originally messy classroom seemed to have been covered by a frying pan. First, there was a loud explosion, and then for a moment, all the noise disappeared quietly. There were only a few rustling sounds left, but it was someone nervously flipping through textbooks, or accidentally moving chairs or desks.

In the distance, Professor Yao's footsteps could be heard coming from the corridor.

"Excuse me... for the sake of being so reliable, whoever can do a good job and draw us a hat after class!" After noticing the quiet atmosphere in the classroom, the little stick figure behind the door once again asked the same question. The request: "It's winter now, young wizards, can you bear to treat a free soul harshly?"

Zheng Qing couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard the little stick figure muttering. Although a long time had passed, he still remembered very clearly that a certain little stick figure had played the 'Wolf Crying' game many times. The game has been teasing everyone for a while. The students did not draw a few strokes of cold wind and build two snowmen on the paper of the little stick figure in the middle of winter. They were already very polite and generous, let alone help him draw a hat.

"I've always been curious. Can a simple drawing on a piece of paper feel cold?" Fatty Xin seemed to remember something. He ignored Lao Yao's approaching footsteps, turned his head, and asked Xiao Xiao curiously.

Before Xiao Xiao had time to answer, Elder Zhang next to him laughed in a low voice: "Funny... you are not a stick figure, how do you know it can't feel cold?"

Fatty Xin was stunned and subconsciously retorted: "You are not me, how do you know that I don't know whether that stick figure is cold or not?"

Zhang Jixin's expression froze when he heard this, and a trace of annoyance suddenly appeared on his face - there was no doubt that if he continued to argue with the fat man, he would fall into the logical trap of 'Zi Fei Yu'. But if he didn't express anything at all, wouldn't it mean that Elder Zhang was showing weakness in front of some fat man?

A thousand words are worth a punch.

The red-faced wizard was speechless. He raised his fist and punched the fat man viciously, knocking all the unfinished expression on his face back into his stomach.

When Professor Yao walked into the classroom, he happened to see Fatty Xin's aggrieved expression.

"It's quite lively." The professor strode towards the podium with his lecture notes. At the same time, he tilted his head and looked at the students in the audience with a smile. He glanced at the wizards sitting in the corner without revealing any traces, and asked casually. The platoon of witches asked: "I was in the corridor just now and heard the bustle in the classroom...Did something happen?"

"It's not the little man behind the door who wants us to draw a hat for him." Li Meng raised her little arms actively, stood up and answered quickly, and at the same time, with a proud look on her face, she rushed to the little stick figure behind the door. A grimace.

"Traitor! You are a traitor among young wizards! Even if I were a ghost, I would never let you go!" After hearing the little witch's report, the little stick figure behind the door was possessed by some drama spirit and immediately lay down on the ground. , began to roll around.

"You are just a simple figure, you can't be a ghost..." Li Meng curled her lips and wanted to say something, but unexpectedly a hand from beside her stretched out and pulled her back to her seat.

Looking back, Jiang Yu was looking at her with a straight face.

The little witch stuck out her tongue, obediently opened the notebook and spell textbook in front of her, and began to pretend to read.

Professor Yao laughed out loud, took out his pipe from his pocket, and just stuffed a small bunch of tobacco into it. He didn't know what he thought of, and stuffed the pipe back into his arms again, with a trace of emotion on his face: "Well, I was smoking in class last time." Someone from the student union asked me to take into account everyone's health and not smoke in the classroom... This is a good thing, so I agreed. You can supervise me in the future and if I smoke in class, just do it. I will exempt you from one extracurricular assignment.”

As soon as this statement came out, the audience immediately applauded.

Lao Yao smiled and raised his arm, making a downward movement.

After the atmosphere in the classroom relaxed a little, he continued: "Although it is very shameful for the dean of a college to be interviewed by students from the student union, I feel very happy."

"Because this means that you, or the students of Jiuyou College, truly regard yourself as a member of the college and the master of the college. You have taken on responsibilities and assumed the obligations that you should bear."

"This is a very good phenomenon."

"Another example is today... Originally I thought it was almost the end of the term, and everyone was under great pressure. Before class, I asked Hilda, the assistant teacher, to prepare a few jokes for everyone. But looking at it now, my few I don’t think there’s any use for lame jokes.”

"Very good, very good... very good, worthy of encouragement!"

As he spoke, the professor took the pipe out of his arms again and bit it into his mouth out of habit.

"Professor, you smoked!" Li Meng, who had just sat down for less than a minute, immediately screamed and jumped up, with excitement on his face: "Can we be exempted from the spells homework next week?"

The classroom suddenly burst into laughter, including a few small cheers.

Jiang Yu, who was sitting next to Li Meng, put her hand on her forehead and looked embarrassed.

"Excellent! The academy needs energetic young people like you!" Old Yao gave a thumbs up and glanced at the little witch appreciatively, but then shrugged regretfully: "It's just that next week, your magic I still have to hand in my spelling homework...because I just chewed on my pipe and didn't smoke."

"There is a fundamental difference."

There was a sigh of regret in the audience - although everyone knew that the discount of homework exemption would not be given out by Lao Yao so easily, it still made people feel heartbroken to miss such an opportunity.

"Don't sigh, you should feel lucky." The professor lowered his head, raised his eyelids and glanced at the young wizards. While sorting out the handouts, he said with a smile: "There are still three weeks to go until the final exam. How many of you are there now?" Write an assignment, and maybe get one more big question right during the exam... You should be able to see the gains and losses clearly. "