Monster Hunting High School

A Jamaican wearing a silver dress stood at the door of West Classroom 201.

He has small dreadlocks, dark and shiny skin, and a strong body. Even through his large robe, you can feel the huge power contained in his bulging muscles.

There are still more than ten minutes left before class starts, and the classroom is buzzing with people, either talking about the upcoming moon hunt, discussing the recent mysterious monsters by Linzhong Lake, or simply sleeping with their textbooks in hand to make up for the never-enough sleep. .

No one seemed to notice the guest standing at the door of the classroom.

The Jamaican looked at the freshmen with a subtle expression, a look of nostalgia on his face.

A few years ago, he also sat here, chatting with his friends, arbitrarily speculating on the majesty of the great wizards, and casually commenting on the rookies on the wanted list.

But now, he has matured a lot.

Although he is only one or two years older than these young people in the classroom, he already knows that the truth of some things can only be determined by a thought. Some people who make wild speculations will receive hidden retribution from the magic rules. It only takes a few short months to reach maturity.

The midday light filtered through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, leaving spots of light of varying depths on the floor.

The breeze blew and the clouds in the sky flowed, causing these light spots to tremble violently, bringing the absent-minded Jamaicans back to reality.

After a moment, he slammed the classroom door with his fingers.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The voice was neither soft nor loud, but just enough for everyone in the classroom to hear clearly. 【】

The originally lively atmosphere calmed down a little.

Many people were looking at this uninvited guest with surprised eyes.

"who is he?"

"I've never seen him before...are you a junior freshmen?"

"Is it possible to fail a history class? It's unbelievable... I've never heard of it..."

"It does look like he is quite old...maybe he is the new assistant coach?"

"Oh... no, I came to this class honestly because of the great beauty Sima... If I had to look at this dark face all morning... I would do it all night Nightmare!"

Perhaps the last harsh comment was a little louder, and seemed a bit abrupt and rude in the empty classroom.

The stranger at the door was stunned. He resisted the urge to throw a few small-scale harmful spells in the house and tried to stand up straighter.

Because he remembers his mission.

So be sure to pay attention to your image.

"Ahem!"

The little stick figure on the sticker on the back of the door woke up at some point and coughed twice.

There are still two snot bubbles hanging on its nose, and dark ghosts can be vaguely seen under the monotonous coils in the corners of its eyes.

"The teacher is not here!" It first solemnly announced this important information. 【】

Many people breathed a sigh of relief.

This means that the strange black man at the door of the classroom is not a teaching assistant in a surrogate history class. The beautiful Teacher Sima will still appear on that three-foot-wide podium in the near future.

But some remain skeptical.

After all, the bad behavior of these stick figures can be described as "notorious", and many freshmen have been fooled by their lies. So it is very necessary to be cautious.

"Vice-President of the First University Student Union, President of the Alpha College Student Union, His Majesty the King in the Arcana Pentacles, Third-Level Publicly Funded Student, Leader of the Blood Club, the Great Augustus..."

The stick-figure man spoke in a high-pitched voice, reading this title with many adjectives in one breath, and then got stuck on the word.

"What's your relationship with Augustus?" It tilted its head, covered its mouth, and whispered to the Jamaican in a loud voice: "What's your name?"

There was silence in the classroom for a second.

Then burst into laughter.

Many people slapped the table, held their stomachs, and cried tears of laughter.

"It's so funny!" Zheng Qing's expression was distorted, he squeezed Xiao Xiao's shoulders, banged the table hard, and said with a smile: "I never knew that simple drawings could be so funny..."

"Image," Xiao Xiao tried his best to adjust the crooked glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his voice was trembling: "Pay attention to your image... You are a publicly funded student of Jiuyou College."

Zheng Qing didn't know where he was being poked, so he smiled and slid under the table.

The Jamaican at the door couldn't help but laugh.

"Sorry," he waved to the freshmen and said in a brisk tone: "Although I don't come to the school often...but in my impression, these simple drawings should not be so bad."

His voice was not loud and his speaking speed was still fast, but every word he said was very clear and everyone could hear it clearly.

"What did you say?" The simple figure on the white paper behind the door asked loudly with his hands on his hips: "Young man, you must speak responsibly! What is bad..."

The Jamaican ignored it and snapped his fingers.

An elf on the edge of the blackboard quickly rushed down, holding a piece of white chalk, and delivered it to the black man.

"As a senior, I am here to give you a little tip."

As he said this, the Jamaican grabbed the chalk and began to paint on the simple drawing with great force. As he painted, he said:

"Although the predecessors used very interesting magic techniques on these simple drawings, this is just a painting after all... and just a simple drawing... Don't expect too many magical mysteries hidden between those lonely lines... You can’t expect this bare white paper to have a profound anti-stain spell attached to it.”

As he spoke, the figure in the simple drawing was covered by thick chalk dust.

Soon, its figure disappeared on the white paper.

"Just like a window, when you don't like the view outside the window, just close the curtain." The Jamaican ended his performance and flicked the chalk into the air.

The elf in overalls flapped his wings, swooped quickly, caught the piece of chalk, and put it back into the pencil case.

There was warm applause in the classroom.

The Jamaican straightened his dreadlocks, tilted his head slightly, covered his chest with his right hand, and bowed lightly.

"Thank you so much."

He raised his head, the humorous smile on his face disappeared, and said in a slightly serious voice:

"I'm very sorry to bother you."

"I am the envoy of His Excellency Augustus."

"You can call me Daly III."

The noise in the classroom quickly died away, and everyone read some important message from the serious expressions of the Jamaicans. Although many people have not heard the name Daly III, everyone knows the name Augustus.

This is the most distinguished title among Alpha students.

It also represents a huge energy.

The expressions of the Alpha students in the classroom immediately became serious. They understand the meaning of this name better than people in other colleges. Some people even stood up nervously and bowed their heads slightly to express their respect through actions.

"I'm looking for classmate Zheng Qing." Dai Li III regained his brisk tone. He raised his head slightly and swept his eyes through the dark crowd with a decent smile on his face: "Excuse me, is classmate Zheng Qing here?"