Monster Hunting High School

Just like the famous corollary in Aurobindo's space-time theory describes, the more active the mind, the faster time passes.

The giant green snake that appeared in the North District on the Forbidden Day seems like yesterday's news. Going to the Silent Forest to visit the centaur tribe on the Tomb-Sweeping Day seems to be last night. It seemed like I just dozed off after discussing the Austrian theory of time and space with Xiao Xiao at noon on Wednesday. , in a blink of an eye, it was time for Zheng Qing to fulfill his duties as a teaching assistant.

There seems to be no difference between the seventh Thursday of the second semester of my sophomore year and the sixth Thursday.

Except there will be three new students in the class.

It wasn't until before class that Zheng Qing realized that he had an indescribable fear about today's class. He stood outside the huge tent at Edge College and looked at a few figures vaguely flashing through the cracks in the door. As well as those vague laughter, he had an inexplicable urge to run away.

Wizards don't fear for no reason.

The reluctance in his heart was like a dinosaur carrying a wolf, urging him to leave this dangerous place of right and wrong quickly.

But his reason kept warning him that if he was absent from class for no reason, he would be punished by the Academic Affairs Office, which meant that his plan to graduate early would be affected.

As the scenes blended together, he suddenly had a deeper understanding of Kolma's choice to build the college on the edge of a cliff - why many times, people still grit their teeth and stand on the edge of the cliff, knowing that there is huge danger in front of them. ?

Because they have no choice.

This conclusion allowed Zheng Qing's reason to regain control of his body.

"Impulse is the devil."

The young assistant teacher standing at the door of the tent murmured and encouraged himself in a low voice: "...and I am the one who blames the devils, and I am the one who manages the devils!"

This mental construction effectively suppressed the many nonsensical thoughts that flashed through his mind.

The young teaching assistant opened the curtain with a serious expression, holding today's lecture notes, striding towards the podium, trying hard to imitate Lao Yao's momentum.

The sleeves of his robe were fluttering behind him, carrying the air-conditioning outside the tent as he passed through the hall. It immediately cooled down the originally noisy atmosphere in the classroom, and then there was the sound of flipping through books.

Zheng Qing also opened the roster at the top of the handout.

As usual, it needs to be named.

But when he glanced at the three 'Zheng Su's at the end of the roster from the corner of his eye, he quickly closed the book and planned to start class directly.

As a teaching assistant, he still has this authority.

What's more, the three-headed parrot who serves as the classroom monitor did not attend the class today and flew off to play somewhere. Everyone in the classroom is acquaintances. If you don't call your name once or twice, no one will have any objection.

The high desk well concealed the uneasiness of the young assistant teacher at this moment.

He looked around and tried his best to speak with a somewhat majestic tone: "In today's class, we will talk about the 'Cinnabar Selection of Talismans'. I think many of you here have heard a saying in the wizarding world, the so-called 'a little bit' The aura is the talisman, and the world wastes ink and vermilion. It sounds like the most important talent and inspiration for drawing talismans, and cinnabar and other external objects are not necessary.

Here, I can tell you clearly that this sentence is wrong for you.

Because the person who said this is the famous legendary wizard in the Middle Ages, Fenyang Sa Zhenren. He can say, "A little aura is a talisman." It is debatable whether one can call himself a 'wizard' if he has not passed. How can one think that he can truly understand the experience of Master Sa? The reason why a master can win without any tricks is because he is a master first.

It’s not at that level, you know.

For you, choosing the correct talisman paper, cinnabar, talisman pen, and even the right time to draw the talisman, a good place to draw the talisman, etc., every detail that can increase your success rate of drawing the talisman is very, very important. If you dream of reaching the sky in one step, you will not gain any experience except continuous stumbles..."

The professional content guided his professional thinking, and Zheng Qing gradually ignored the uneasiness in his heart. His lectures became more and more fluent, his tone became more and more relaxed, and his expression became much softer.

But as the Three-pronged Swordsmen often say - everyone has a sense of luck, and no criminal suspect will take the initiative to speak until the last moment - before the danger actually appears, everyone feels that the world is peaceful and everything is safe. Well, it seems that the house with holes in it can still be lived in.

Zheng Qing was eloquent and eloquent on the podium.

As he got into the conversation, he asked a question casually: "...Although cinnabar is red, it can be divided into five elements. Does anyone know the different names for the classification of cinnabar's five elements?"

He raised his arms, looked around with a smile, and swept the small classroom with encouraging eyes.

But the next second, his smile gradually solidified on his face.

Because except for the three big elves sitting in the center of the front row, no one in the classroom raised their hands. not a single one. Even Nicolas and Carmen clasped their hands and looked at their noses and hearts, as if they didn't hear Zheng Qing's question.

There must be a conspiracy here.

Zheng Qing felt a chill on his back.

The three big elves sat in the first row neatly, wearing beautiful robes embroidered with the Qingqiu Su family's emblem. Their big eyes suddenly flashed, and their little arms were raised neatly, like three white and tender segments of lotus root that had just been washed.

Li Meng was sitting on the left side of the big elves, and was whispering something in the ear of one of the big elves; Jiang Yu was sitting on the other side of the big elves, with her notebook on her knees, holding her chin, and looking at it with crooked eyebrows. Zheng Qing - At this moment, Zheng Qing was very glad that he told her about the big elf early and did not give Li Meng a chance to talk nonsense.

The silence in the classroom lasted for nearly a minute.

Still no one else raised their hand.

Zheng Qing could clearly feel that the strange glances around him were increasing, and he felt that many of them were full of malice and gloating.

"cough!"

The young teaching assistant coughed dryly, lowered his head in a panic, and finally gritted his teeth and casually named one of the big elves: "Well, then, student Zheng Suyi, please answer this question."

The big elf sitting next to Jiang Yu stood up happily.

"Hello, sir!"

She bowed very politely, and then answered clearly: "According to the five elements, cinnabar can be divided into fire sand 'Chaojian', gold sand 'Zhubiao', wood sand 'Muli', and earth sand 'Huangbiao' , Shui Sha 'Black Label', among which the black label is based on Chenzhou, the super arrow color is bright red, the red label has gold in it, the muli red has purple in it, and the color is deep..."

Although the answers were a bit confusing and had some flaws, they were meaningful and clearly had to be well-thought-out.

Coupled with the fluent expression ability of the big elf.

Even though Zheng Qing was a little uneasy in his heart, he couldn't hold back his aunt's slightly bright smile.