Monster Hunting High School

Unlike Jiang Yu, who was in a daze and in a bad mood, a certain publicly funded student from Jiuyou College seemed much more energetic.

Early on Saturday morning, as soon as it got dark, Zheng Qing groped his way up. Under the service of the elves, he put on a brand-new robe, a brand-new belt, and shiny cufflinks, and started in front of the full-length mirror. Take care of yourself.

"Aren't you going to do morning lessons today?" Xiao Xiao was awakened by the rustling noise in the room and asked drowsily.

"Oh, yes...there are morning classes." Only then did Zheng Qing realize what he had forgotten. He took off his new clothes in frustration, put on his old robe again, and then sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.

The elves tilted their chins and folded their wings, sitting on his shoulders to accompany him in a daze.

But the wizard's daze didn't last long.

Because she was woken up by Zheng Qing, Xiao Xiao finally could no longer sleep peacefully. She complained, slowly got up, and started to wash up.

"Can't you two be quiet for a while?!" Fatty Xin muttered with his eyes closed. The fat cat lying on his quilt shook its tail in agreement.

Correspondingly, there were two heavy knocks in Dylan's coffin.

"Today is a big day...it will open at nine o'clock, can you still sleep?" Zheng Qing looked at the lifeless atmosphere in the dormitory and couldn't help but remind him.

"The sky is big and the earth is big, sleeping is the best... Huh... Huh..." The fat man snored and said vaguely.

Facing the lazy fat man, Zheng Qing was speechless.

So he turned his attention to Dylan.

"Dong dong."

The young public-funded student knocked on the coffin board, raised his voice slightly, and asked: "Can you hear what we just said? Your board is not soundproof... Do you want to go back and add a layer of cowhide to it?"

The dormitory suddenly became quiet.

"I am sleep deprived, angry, and want to drink blood." A faint voice came from the coffin.

According to Dylan's daily schedule, normally, he gets up from 4 to 7 p.m., and arranges the coffin to prepare for bed from 4 to 8 a.m. On weekdays, from Monday to Friday, he will wait Everyone in the dormitory went to bed before going to class. On Saturdays and Sundays, he might go to bed a little earlier, such as groping back to the dormitory at four o'clock in the middle of the night to open a coffin and sleep.

Last night, in order to go to Qingqiu Mansion to enjoy the beauty of the most beautiful woman in the wizarding world, Mr. Vampire Werewolf missed half a class. This resulted in him being dealt with badly by the teaching assistant in charge of night classes in the following classes.

In the morning, after dragging his tired body back to the dormitory, not even an hour after the coffin lid was closed, he was awakened by the movement in the dormitory again.

No wonder he has such a bad temper.

"That's because you helped Su Shijun pick pumpkins last night." Zheng Qing curled his lips, without any sympathy in his tone: "No one asked you to go, right?"

"That's not what you said at the beginning!" Mr. Vampire Werewolf's voice buzzed in the coffin, and the buzz was full of disbelief.

How can there be such shameless people in the world?

Zheng Qing pretended not to hear Dylan's question - or in other words, he heard it, but he didn't care.

"Now that you're awake, get up quickly!"

"Being in a coffin with your eyes open is not a good sign!"

"Our store is about to open today! Everyone, work hard to improve the opening performance. I'll buy you any flavor of blood you want!"

Zheng Qing knocked on the coffin loudly and promised loudly: "I still have a gold card from the Wandering Bar... Even if you want to drink some forbidden blood, I can get it for you! For example, red Qiu blood?"

"It's only five o'clock!!!" Dylan finally couldn't hold back the anger in his heart. He pushed open the coffin board with a huff and sat up with a bang. He drooped his eyelids and stared at the young public-funded student fiercely: "I shut up. Eyes less than an hour old!”

Although his tone was full of anger, his wriggling Adam's apple obviously minimized the threat posed by that anger.

"Okay, okay, hold on a little longer." The young public-funded student comforted himself and added casually: "When I passed by the Wandering Bar yesterday, the Wandering Wizard told me that there were several bottles of Red Qiu blood in the store... ...The blood of a hundred-year-old Qiu has great potential, so I made a deposit for you first.”

"A hundred-year-old Qiu? A hundred-year-old Chi Qiu is not even an adult yet!" Dylan complained feebly, but obediently crawled out of the coffin.

"You are already dead anyway, you won't die if you don't sleep for a while." The young public-funded student told a cold joke that didn't deserve a beating, and at the same time raised his arms high, lifting the elves above his head.

The elves laughed and laughed in his hand.

The vampire werewolf glanced at Zheng Qing with drooped eyelids: "Why do I feel that you have become a lot more courageous after you came back last night... What did you do yesterday? Did you drink Dragon Mother's courageous granules?"

Zheng Qing's hand that was raised in the air suddenly froze there - in fact, he also felt that he was a little too excited today. But he attributed the reason to the impact of the opening of new stores.

After all, in his impression, after turning into a cat last night, he had been staying in the big locust tree and everything was stable. No trouble at all. At most, he petted a little white cat, but what impact would that have?

"Illusion." The public-funded student smiled dryly: "I've always been like this... It's probably your illusion."

Dylan narrowed his eyes at him and said nothing.

The dormitory fell into an eerie silence for a moment.

Fatty Xin's snoring stopped at some point.

"When you wake up, get up and go to work." Xiao Xiao, who had just walked out of the bathroom, shook the fat man's face with water: "You don't even snore, you must be awake."

"I'm not awake, I'm not awake." Fatty Xin grunted, insisting on not opening his eyes: "Dylan got up early and drank the blood of the Red Qiu. If I get up early, don't I get some reward?"

What answered him was the ruthless voice of the captain of the Exoneration Hunting Team: "No."

"Then I'd better keep my eyes closed." The fat man opened his mouth and wanted to continue snoring, but unexpectedly, the fat cat lying on his quilt pressed his paw on his chin, suppressing the unyielding snoring. The sound was blocked back.

"Five o'clock, Mao hour, is the break of dawn."

"This is when the sun starts to show its face and rise."

"The new store opens today. This time is a perfect opportunity for us...so you must get up!"

Xiao Xiao explained while changing into a training suit: "Brother Qing and I are going to do morning classes. You two go to the store to set up the table first... There are more than a dozen caged rat samples in the warehouse behind. Remember to brush their fur and give them some food.”