Monster Hunting High School

Turtle back inkstone, purple hair pen, pine ink, yellow paper.

After Zheng Qing habitually took out the Four Treasures of the Study from his gray cloth bag, he suddenly realized that this was a magic writing class.

He glanced at the classmates at the next table, paused with his hands, and stuffed the pile of yellow paper back into the bag - it was the only useless thing.

Professor Emma had previously ordered the elves to distribute papyrus for practicing magic words to every desk.

It was obvious that she wanted these young wizards to practice at her own pace.

Zheng Qing's fingers brushed over the tiny winding patterns on the papyrus paper, trying to discern the hidden patterns and trying to get familiar with the characters before writing.

Next to him, Dr. Xiao Da had already opened "The Text of the Sky" and flipped through the contents of the lecture notes about the structure of the magic text.

Zhang Jixin, who was in the front row, turned around with a frown, watching the doctorates and government-funded students behind him methodically doing the preparations before writing, and said angrily: "Can you understand what the handout means?"

Further away, Li Meng was wrinkling her small nose and complaining to Jiang Yu in distress: "It's so difficult... I feel like I will definitely fail the final exam... What should I do? Will I be beaten by the teacher?"

Fatty Xin leaned half of his body across the aisle between the desks, leaned forward with a coveted face, and responded with a smile: "Don't worry, cute sister, I know a little bit about astronomy, if you don't understand, I will hug you! "

As he spoke, he patted his belly hard.

Even through the large school robe, Zheng Qing could clearly see the turbulent waves of flesh on the fat man's belly.

Jiang Yu squinted her eyes slightly, shook her jade wrist slightly, and slowly polished the ink in the inkstone, seemingly not noticing the small accident happening next to her.

Liu Feifei looked at Fatty Xin and Li Meng with a troubled face, obviously having no experience in dealing with 'gangsters'.

Li Meng's eyes widened, and she glanced cautiously at the handsome guy Matthew sitting by the window. Her expression changed immediately, she pulled out her Dharma book with a pink bow, and poked the fat man viciously with the spine of the book.

"Go to hell!" The little wizard lowered his voice and warned in a low voice: "If you talk nonsense again, I will curse you!"

Maybe it was because the spine of the book was too hard, or maybe it was the intimidation from the little spirit wizard that made Xin feel threatened.

The fat man's round face wrinkled up.

It looks like a hot bun freshly baked from the oven.

Zheng Qing looked at this scene happily, and his mood relaxed a lot unconsciously.

He erected the wooden shelf on the table and put the lecture notes on it. At the same time, he spread out the felt on the table and carefully smoothed out every wrinkle on the felt.

Then he used the purple hair to scratch the little snake coiled on the inkstone on the turtle's back.

The little snake yawned lazily, opened its mouth to bite the purple hair, spit out a stream of water from the corner of its mouth, and touched the tip of the pen.

Zheng Qing touched the penholder, which was covered with pulp, and suddenly felt a little emotional.

This pen has been with him for eighteen years.

On the full moon that year, when he caught this rabbit hair pen from a pile of gifts, which was as sharp as a cone and as sharp as a knife, the old people in his family were very happy.

What a bonus!

What a literary catch!

So much so that for more than ten years, Zheng Qing hated his own hands.

He had fantasized countless times that if he could have caught a gold coin, silver ingot, or seal abacus, his childhood would not have been so hard.

Zihao quickly absorbed the ink.

Zheng Qing moved the tip of the pen onto the paper, then stopped in the air, motionless.

The familiar feeling welled up from the bottom of my heart, pumping hard through my blood veins to my fingertips.

Zheng Qing looked at the complex magic text on the handout, moved his wrist lightly, and the pen tip was as smooth as flying, without feeling any hindrance at all.

"No magic pens of any kind are allowed during practice!"

Professor Emma's sonorous voice echoed in the classroom again:

"You are absolutely not allowed to use any tools that are enchanted."

"This is absolutely not allowed!"

Zheng Qing stopped his men's movements and raised his head.

Professor Emma stood in front of a desk, holding a piece of horsehair high in her hand, waving it vigorously, roaring, and scanning every face in the classroom with her sharp eyes.

Next to her, Duan Xiaojian stood dejectedly behind the desk, looking helpless.

"The purpose of letting you practice your pen and touch is to increase your connection with the magic text!"

"This is the basis for you to master magic texts."

"No one, remember, no one is allowed to cheat!"

"Otherwise, before you see my reward, a bunch of credits will be deducted from your student card!"

"This is not a threat."

"This is the last warning! Remember it!"

"Here!" A somewhat messy response sounded in the classroom.

"Did you hear that clearly?" Professor Emma was obviously dissatisfied with this answer.

"Listen clearly!" Everyone stopped their pens, raised their heads, and shouted with all their strength.

The professor nodded with satisfaction.

Zheng Qing shrugged, took out the discarded piece of straw paper from the bottom of his hand, crumpled it into a ball, raised his wrist, and hit it accurately into the arms of an elf in mid-air.

The elf flapped its wings, smiled coquettishly, and flew toward the trash can holding the paper ball.

"You look a little depressed." He spread out a new piece of tissue paper, glanced at Dr. Xiao who was lying on the table and flipping through the lecture notes, and asked casually: "Are you still thinking about what happened just now? ?”

Before class, several boys met Sima Yangyun, the history lecturer, on their way to the classroom.

As we all know, boys really like to tease in front of this beautiful woman.

Especially when Xiao Xiao is also present.

Therefore, the beauty of the unexpected encounter just now was completely destroyed by a few fools.

Zheng Qing felt that if he were Xiao Xiao, he would definitely be depressed.

"What?" Xiao Xiao raised his head blankly and looked at Zheng Qing doubtfully: "What happened just now?"

"Pretending to be pretty good." Zheng Qing glanced at him sideways, pounded the purple pen in the turtle back inkstone twice, watched the pen tip absorb ink, and then hummed: "Mr. Sima is running so fast, he must be Because of seeing you.”

"Oh, that thing." Xiao Xiao lowered his head again, rubbed his messy hair vigorously, and said gloomily: "That kind of thing depends on fate. When fate comes, everything is easy to handle; when fate doesn't come, you can't force it."

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows in surprise, but began to outline the magic text with his hand without any pause.

"I didn't expect you to be a metaphysician." He mocked: "If you are so particular about fate, why do you need to pose problems to Mr. Sima so vigorously?"

"It doesn't matter whether I am a metaphysician or not." Xiao Xiao straightened his expression, looked at Zheng Qing, and said seriously: "But I can feel the red light lingering all over your body... dark clouds cover the sky, and the Yintang is black. It is obviously very... There will be a bloody disaster soon."

"Huh?" Zheng Qing carefully read the description of the Magic Text of Fire in the handout, and carefully sketched out the last stroke, hearing Dr. Xiao's threats in both ears.

"There's something... I think you should know." Xiao Xiao was still chattering beside him.

"Speak quickly, speak quickly!" Zheng Qing held his breath, opened his mouth slightly, and carefully picked up the pen. He was surprised to find that he could smoothly outline the shape of the first magic text. He was not without pride in his heart. He did it for the first time. I can completely copy it. Does it mean that I have a language talent that I haven't discovered before?

"If you finish copying this character... maybe you should look up at the classroom door." Xiao Xiao sincerely suggested: "This way you won't always care about other people's gossip."

Zheng Qing picked up the pen and put away the words, then raised his head indifferently.

Then his heart suddenly tightened.

A thin tongue of fire followed the stop sign of his strokes and burned quickly.

In an instant, it turned into a ball of fire and floated into the air.