Monster Hunting High School

A black butterfly danced outside the window.

She fluttered her wings and took advantage of the horn wind blowing under the eaves in the corner to carefully shuttle between the window edge and the balcony. She nimbly avoided the grass sperm climbing among the ivy and floated through the gaps between their slender claws.

Seeing the delicious food fly away from their fingers, the grass sperm couldn't help but make an angry squeaking sound.

The sun sets and is reflected by the smooth and fine scales of the black butterfly. Her body casts a small flickering shadow on the red wall of the teaching building.

Like a small dark cloud.

This dark cloud slid across the wall tiles, over the window sill, through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, fell on a desk, and flashed away under the tip of a rapidly moving pen.

The pen in Zheng Qing's hand paused, leaving a dark ink stain on the notebook.

He raised his head as if aware and looked out the window.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and there was no cloud in the blue sky, as if the small shadow just now was an illusion.

On the blackboard, the complex logic map has been wiped clean by the elves, and the dark green blackboard can reflect the shadow of people. The young wizards stuffed those disastrous terms into their notebooks and never looked at them again.

It seems that by turning over the piece of paper, this nightmare memory can be forgotten.

Professor Yi Jiazi hunched his back, supported the desk, and continued his lecture unhurriedly:

"The process of divination is the process of obtaining information."

"The most important thing is to be comprehensive!"

"Nothing is too small or too small! Every detail must be scrutinized! Every penny must be weighed! It must be comprehensive!"

"Only in this way can you accurately judge a person's preference after extracting information, accurately adjust the parameters of the total percentage of different judgments in the same event, and make a correct analysis. []"

At this point, he paused.

An elf dragged a huge teacup from a distance and landed in the professor's hand.

Professor Yi picked up the cup, swallowed the steaming drink in one gulp, and sighed with satisfaction:

"A registered wizard who is proficient in divination is, in a sense, as capable as a powerful wizard!"

“When you are able to skillfully intercept other people’s information and get a glimpse of the mysterious river of destiny, sometimes you only need a slight change—such as throwing a pebble into the river—to completely collapse his life. "

"Even when you throw enough pebbles, big enough, the river of destiny will be blocked."

"The world will collapse because of this."

This sentence was so scary and tempting that a neat gasp sounded in the classroom.

Zheng Qing also took a breath.

He hesitated and began to reconsider whether he should bite the bullet and continue learning divination.

Looking around, many people were attracted by the scene described by Professor Yi.

Even Xiao Xiao, who was always calm and composed, exuded a kind of fanaticism in his eyes.

Searing madness.

This atmosphere makes young public-funded students restless.

"Of course, that's just the realm of legend."

Professor Yi changed the topic and extinguished the enthusiasm that many people had just expressed:

"Most people have little understanding of divination... Even if these people learn standard divination techniques, they can only rely on their calculation, analysis, operation and other abilities to organize documents in the Wizards Alliance's agencies, or serve as the leader of a certain hunting team. If you are a little unlucky, you may end up in an unknown alley doing odd jobs for an unknown detective agency.”

"Everyone here... I mean the vast majority, are within this range."

"Of course I hope you will spend most of your time in my divination class, but this is unreasonable. If you find that you do not have the talent in this area during your studies, I hope you can take the initiative to spend more time on other subjects. in the subject.”

"Such as magic spells, talismans, and even magic inscriptions."

"Without talent, no matter how much time you waste on this course, at best you can only see a little higher, a little further, and a little clearer than the average person."

This was already very satisfying. Zheng Qing gritted his teeth and looked at the professor, cursing, "Is there anything else I can't be satisfied with if I can see higher, farther, and clearer than others?"

Obviously, Professor Yi is not satisfied:

"If I had the honor to teach a true fortune teller... If one of you here could become a true fortune teller - a person with this ability can be called a fortune teller in a sense. God - then, I hope you will think carefully about your life and the future of the world before making any slight changes."

"Who knows what kind of existence is at the end of the thread you pulled out."

"You are wandering in the river of fate, and fate will tie you there."

"This is where all diviners belong."

"You never know whether the dagger you pulled out to cut off a thin thread might be the Sword of Damocles above your head."

The classroom was quiet, and everyone was holding their breath and looking at the thin body in the large robe with admiring and longing eyes.

The elves dragged the huge water cups again and refilled Professor Yi's hot drinks.

The professor took a sip, smacked his lips, and continued:

"Of course, it is extremely difficult to truly and completely judge a person's future."

"very difficult."

"For example, the person we are most familiar with is ourselves...but few wizards can give a clear description of their own destiny. Because the person who is most difficult for us to truly judge is ourselves. So you need a truly trustworthy companion. Help you develop this ability.”

Zheng Qing's blank gaze slid across the faces of Xiao Xiao, Zhang Jixin, Fatty Xin and others, and finally looked back at the empty desk not far behind him.

There seemed to be a chuckle from the side.

Professor Yi turned a blind eye to the small movements among the students in the audience, and even his tone did not fluctuate much:

"The above-mentioned are all standard divination techniques that have been refined over time."

"In addition, there are some wizards who are born with strong 'vision' and can make very accurate predictions through intuition... These wizards have their own titles, such as observers, witnesses, prophets, etc."

"In the hands of such wizards, tools such as crystal balls, tortoise shells, and tarot cards are almost useless. They rely more on their extraordinary talents and mysterious bonuses to complete seemingly impossible magic."

"In this regard, the immigrants from the Tarot Planet are more outstanding than those of us who have lived on earth for generations... The Gypsy Witch Coven inherited many of their skills... I remember there was an international student from the Witch Coven in my class, Where?"

The professor's question shocked Zheng Qing.

"Professor," he immediately raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Elena hasn't come to class recently..."

"Not coming?" Professor Yi frowned: "Well, Elena, one credit will be deducted... Although I don't have strict requirements on classroom discipline, I cannot tolerate such unexcused absences."

Zheng Qing was stunned.

A burst of suppressed laughter broke out among the students sitting around him.

"That's not what I meant," Zheng Qing became a little anxious and shouted, "I mean, Elena hasn't come to class for several days, she might be in danger..."

"One point will be deducted for roaring in class." Professor Yi looked up at Zheng Qing and said slowly: "This is the first university, there will be no danger... Although I don't have too strict requirements for classroom discipline, I can't tolerate it. Some people make random noises during the lecture...if you have any opinions, you can keep them.”

Zheng Qing blushed and sat down angrily, feeling sulky all by himself.