Monster Hunting High School

What can an octopus do to you?

If someone had asked Zheng Qing this question in the past, he would have scoffed - could those soft, boneless animals still do anything to him?

For him, turning the question upside down might make some sense.

In fact, there's a lot he can do to an octopus.

For example, steamed, braised, stir-fried with sauce, and stir-fried;

Or smoked, braised, simmered, stir-fried, souped, boiled, or stewed;

The taste is stronger, just wash it clean, cut it raw and dip it in the sauce, and it will have a unique flavor;

When you have enough time, make some small meatballs and cook a pot of thick soup, which will be warm and satisfying;

If you don't want to eat it, you can also put it in the fish tank and watch them crawl around with their eight little legs for viewing.

When Zheng Qing was treated roughly by the eight-footed administrator of Shushan Hall, these thoughts were swirling in his mind.

A few minutes ago, when the eight-legged Mr. Octopus floated in front of Zheng Qing and asked him to leave the library immediately, Zheng Qing had a glimmer of hope - maybe the administrator was not as violent as everyone rumored.

"Wait a moment." He stood up very politely and saluted the Ba Zhao administrator: "I will pack up the books and leave immediately."

"A very polite young man." The octopus manager puffed out bubbles, and the fonts he sprayed became rounder: "Then I will be gentler."

"Be gentler..." Zheng Qing was still chewing on the meaning of this word, and Mr. Ba Zhao explained it to him with practical actions.

In fact, the way this librarian treats students who are stranded in the library because of greed is also very simple.

Knocked over, dragged away.

That's the literal meaning.

"A few books fell to the floor, hey!" Zheng Qing shouted while holding the books in his arms, struggling.

But except for the octopus not far above his head, there was not a single ghost in sight in the empty library.

"It's okay, my colleagues will sort it out later." The administrator of the Octopus grabbed the young public-funded student by the back collar, dragged him to the ground, and floated him out of the labyrinth while slowly walking backwards. A bunch of squiggles were sprayed on.

"You are committing violence!" Zheng Qing complained angrily: "A serious violation of campus management regulations!"

"Go sue me." The BaZhao administrator continued to spray squiggles into the air slowly.

"Hitting someone!" Zheng Qing flapped his legs and shouted: "I am a student of the school! I am a flower in the wizarding world! You can't do this! I want to see the principal! I want to see the principal!"

The originally translucent skin of the Octopus Administrator slowly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even turned a little black.

"Shut up!!!" Mr. Octopus's forehead was steaming, he waved his fist made of tentacles, and gave Zheng Qing another slap in the face: "I've never seen such a noisy newcomer like you!"

Not wanting to suffer the immediate consequences, Zheng Qing shut his mouth honestly.

He soon discovered that it was actually easier to be dragged along.

Moreover, all the books can be piled in the arms without the risk of losing them.

Therefore, he shrank his neck obediently and allowed the Octopus administrator to use him as a mop to mop the floor.

"Slow down!" Just after turning a corner, Zheng Qing couldn't help shouting: "Two more books fell!"

"Rejected." The octopus spat out two words back unceremoniously.

"Then, can you stop for a moment?" Zheng Qing paused, then said very sincerely, and asked: "The robe is very expensive, can I change into dirty clothes?"

"Rejected!" The librarian sprayed out this time with a huge exclamation mark behind it.

"Then can you help me get some books?" Zheng Qing tried hard to hold all the books he selected in his arms, and asked tentatively: "You have eight arms, and you still have four empty ones... You should be able to carry a lot of things. ”

The administrator finally stopped and put his head in front of the bold freshman.

Zheng Qing smiled guiltily.

The Octopus Administrator's eyes widened, and his bulging, dark eyes shone brightly in the dim light.

This time, it wasn't spray-painted.

Instead, a huge circle of question marks and exclamation marks sprayed out around it.

Zheng Qing seized the opportunity and hugged the rest of his body a little tighter. At the same time, he carefully avoided the string of symbols to prevent ink stains from getting on his robe.

When he was thrown out of the bookshelf corridor, the Octopus Librarian did not spit out another bubble, turned around and ran into the depths of the bookshelf corridor, leaving only the young wizard complaining endlessly.

"Name, class." A stern voice sounded above Zheng Qing's head: "How many times has the alarm been triggered?"

Zheng Qing stood up quickly.

In front of him was an old wizard wearing a gray school uniform.

He was holding a clipboard in one hand and a pocket watch in the other.

On the noteboard, four or five quills were tap dancing happily.

Around the old wizard, there were four or five frustrated-looking red-robed students lined up in a row, waiting for relief.

"Zheng Qing, Astronomy Class 08-1, this is my first time in the library." Zheng Qing quickly gathered a few books that had accidentally fallen on the ground in his arms and answered politely.

"You are a new student." The old wizard's stern face softened a little: "Didn't you hear the "Book Mountain Library Management Regulations" before entering the library? Why did you stay in there for so long?"

"I heard it." Zheng Qing continued to answer honestly: "It's just that I saw too many books that I liked, so I couldn't help but stay a little longer."

"The most important thing in the library is not to be greedy." The dark-faced librarian looked around at the few young wizards who were thrown out, and warned them in a stern tone: "I suggest you not to stay too much in the depths of the library. It is not to restrict your learning, but to enable you to learn better. You must know that it is easiest to lose yourself in a large amount of complicated knowledge.”

Everyone nodded and said yes.

After registering their identity information, the old wizard asked these young people to leave the entrance of the bookshelf corridor with their books.

"Remember, if you are thrown out of the bookshelf maze by Mr. Zhang three times in a row, you will be banned from entering the library for a month." Before leaving, the old wizard warned with a straight face: "After two consecutive bans, you will be banned from entering the library." Get into the library within a year?"

"Who is Mr. Zhang?" Zheng Qing quietly turned his head and asked the fat boy next to him.

"It's the eight-clawed octopus." The boy replied secretly.

"Any more questions?" The old wizard glared at the two of them.

"Report!" Zheng Qing hesitated again and again, and finally raised his hand: "I have a problem."

"Huh?" The old wizard raised his eyebrows.

"The other end...Mr. Zhang," Zheng Qing bit his tongue and pulled back the title: "When he took me out, he used violence against me. I think this is inappropriate behavior."

As he spoke, he pointed to his forehead, where clearly visible red marks were left when the eight-clawed octopus knocked on his forehead.

"First, Mr. Zhang belongs to the ancient school of professors. In the era he lived in, students needed to be educated with rulers and wooden sticks." The old wizard glanced at the red mark on his forehead, bent his fingers, and tapped his notes plate.

The dancing quills on the board quickly slipped back into the old wizard's chest pocket.

Zheng Qing thought that this should mean not recording this conversation.

"Second, the bookshelf labyrinth has a huge area and complicated affairs. Ordinary wizards are unable to do it, and the great wizards have their own responsibilities." The old wizard patiently explained to these young wizards with a straight face: "If it weren't for Mr. Zhang, maybe it would really be possible." There were incidents of students starving to death in the library. There was a time when the school arranged for ghosts to guard the library. Facts have proved that the dead received more complaints... Mainly because in a claustrophobic environment, the atmosphere of terror created by ghosts was too strong. , seriously affecting students’ reading. If you are willing, you can make relevant suggestions to the school. Maybe you would like a library guarded by ghosts?”

Zheng Qing's face turned pale and he shook his head crazily.

The octopus wanders around the library, and he only gets a few knocks.

If it were replaced by a ghost, haha, that picture would be wonderful just to think about it.

Maybe heart disease rates in schools will skyrocket.

"Finally, Mr. Zhang's methods are mainly disciplinary, and generally do not cause real harm to students." The old wizard concluded: "So, if you still have objections, you can get a form here and make an appeal. If there are no objections, just Get out of the way quickly! There are a lot of students queuing up behind you."

Zheng Qing sighed, hugged his pile of books, and walked away dejectedly.