Monster Hunting High School

In the afternoon, the atmosphere in the restaurant was lively and cozy.

Diagonally in front of the table where Zheng Qing and others were sitting was a fat customer who was enjoying the service of the Teeth Picking Elf; directly behind him was a pair of wizards and wizards rubbing their temples together; behind the bar was the proprietress with her chin propped up, adjusting her abacus in a sleepy state. Under the window, there was a group of chattering young girls who only ordered a large plate of fried rice and a few cold drinks.

"...What kind of acne remover are you using now?" A girl with a pointed chin and a thin voice asked her companion: "The Miaojiang series I am using now, although the effect of removing acne is very good, but every time My face always feels a little sore after using it.”

"That's because the worms in Miaojiang contain some toxins, and my mother won't let me use them." Her companion took out a small box from her handbag and put it on the table: "I am currently using the worm series... It has anti-acne effect It’s okay and it’s not irritating to the skin. Why don’t you try it?”

As she spoke, she opened the lid of the box, dug out a little yellow rice-like paste with her fingers, and wiped it directly on the face of the girl with a pointed chin.

"No, no need." The girl stopped for a moment, then allowed her companion to apply the yellow ointment evenly on her cheeks.

The yellow paste came to life when it touched her face, and soon squirmed and spread flatly on the girl's face. In a moment, it lost its vitality and turned into a dry film that fell off the girl's face.

Zheng Qing took a serious look.

Indeed, compared with before applying it, the girl's face was obviously refreshed, smoother and cleaner.

"How about it, your face doesn't hurt... As far as I know, worms are the least irritating to the skin on the market." Her companion said coquettishly, putting the small box back into her handbag.

Zheng Qing opened a small notebook in his heart and recorded their conversation.

He won't have to worry about preparing any gifts for the next holiday.

Talking about the next holiday, the young public-funded student secretly calculated the time. Today is February 8th, Sunday, and tomorrow is the Lantern Festival. Naturally, there is no custom of giving gifts during the Lantern Festival. But in one week, February 14th will be the traditional Western Valentine's Day. On this day, I must prepare a gift for Elena.

Coincidentally, February 15th is the time to register and renew tuition before the start of school. I should be able to find Elena by then.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qing couldn't help but remember that earlier, he took a boat to the North District of Beta Town and met a gypsy witch on the boat. After that day, because of all the complicated things, he never invited the witch out to play. I wonder if she will be angry about this.

In fact, Zheng Qing always felt that the relationship between the two was a bit awkward - they were said to be lovers, but they rarely rubbed shoulders and spent time together like the young man and woman behind him now; said they had an ordinary relationship, who had ever seen an ordinary man and woman who had kissed each other? friend?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh, picked up the tea cup, and took a sip of big leaf tea.

The bitter tea flowed between his lips and teeth, suppressing the sourness in his heart again.

Under the window, the conversation between the girls was still going on.

"...The feeling of worms is indeed good, but the price per unit of worms is about half that of Miaojiang." The first girl said with a hint of envy in her tone: "Unless I can find a public-funded student as my boyfriend, I can't afford it. That kind of thing."

"Cough," the tea in Zheng Qing's mouth that had not been completely swallowed went into the wrong channel, choking him half to death. His face was flushed from suppressing pain, and his chest was throbbing with pain. But he suppressed the urge to cough.

In front of him, Xiao Xiao and Fatty Xin, who had been concentrating on the delicious food on the table, looked at him suspiciously.

The fat man quickly opened his arms and protected the food under his arms.

"Pay attention to hygiene! It's a shameful waste!" The fat man opened his eyes and warned very seriously.

Zheng Qing covered his face and turned to look at the aisle on the other side. He hid most of his head in the shadows below the surface of the table, trying to reduce his presence. At the same time, he waved to his two companions to indicate that he understood and that he was fine. .

The nameless shame told him that as long as he pretended to be fine, everything would be normal in two minutes.

This intuition is spot on.

In fact, not two minutes had passed.

Only about a minute later, the wind chimes at the door of the hotel rang. As the new guests entered, the weird feeling that had been hanging on Zheng Qing's head quickly disappeared.

"Lady boss, it's the same as usual... I'll have a portion of the crucible frog, more spicy, and a bigger portion of rice." The new customer shouted.

"It's an early shift today, Old Li... How much does a frog cost?" The originally drowsy proprietress behind the bar suddenly woke up, and the abacus in her hand crackled.

"One and a half kilograms is enough... Peel the frog skin cleanly, but don't use the frog tongue. The side dishes are pickled cucumbers, and some fried centipedes and fried gecko tails." The new customer warned.

"The cold in winter is very poisonous, so we really need to remove the poison!" The proprietress's pen moved like flying, and soon a greasy paper crane flew to the back kitchen.

Zheng Qing looked at the crooked flying state of the paper crane and wondered whether it would fall into the crucible halfway.

He felt like he was back to normal now, especially his thoughts.

To prove this, he sat up straight and asked Fatty Xin a question that he had just remembered: "How come I haven't seen the report of Ms. Pulitzer's previous interview? It's only been less than a week, right?" !”

Fatty Xin licked his greasy lips, blinked, and thought for a few seconds: "The interview is not instant messaging, it's not that fast. From the interview, to the final draft, to review and approval, and finally publication, I estimate that the difference is only half the time." You will definitely see that report around the start of school at the latest.”

"I'd rather never see it." Zheng Qing muttered in disappointment.

He had hoped that the interview would not work out and that Ms. Pulitzer would give up the story. It seemed that he still needed to struggle with the torture of waiting for a while.

"Speaking of which, I'm more concerned about another thing." Fatty Xin picked out another piece of fried chicken from the plate and started to chew on it. While chewing, he said vaguely: "That sato you killed on the Silent River Why hasn’t there been any follow-up report on Guya’s descendant, that big frog? It’s been almost a week, not even a piece of tofu... It’s really abnormal.”

Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly, he had always thought this matter was strange.

It was as if someone had suppressed this matter quietly.

"Perhaps the school feels that the current external environment is complicated, and it is better to do less than to do more." The young public-funded student guessed: "Just like you just said, the Wizards Union will suppress negative news about aliens... Satogua He’s an alien, maybe.”

"It's not human." The fat man dropped the clean chicken bones, licked his greasy fingers, and concluded.

"Without a doubt." Zheng Qing twitched the corner of his mouth.