Monster Hunting High School

There are never any absolutes in the world.

For example, the relationship between blessing and disaster.

The ancients once summed up the relationship very succinctly with the phrase "good fortune lies on the back of misfortune, and misfortune lies on the back of blessing" - who knows the extreme: it is not right. The good ones become strange again, the good ones become monsters again. People's confusion lasts for a long time.

Another example is the brave and the coward.

Those who dare to face the bleak life and face the dripping blood are called warriors. Those who dare not face the bleak life, but can still force themselves to face the dripping blood are also warriors.

The world is never afraid to play some very malicious jokes on you.

Just like when you raise your head to watch the sky at night to see if the crape myrtle is declining, the bladder of a napping sparrow on the branch loosens, and a drop of thin digestion falls, hitting you right in the face.

Something will always happen to you when you are completely unprepared.

Just like now.

Halfway through the astronomy class, Zheng Qing had just finished writing a magic essay and was feeling very satisfied. When he looked up, Irina appeared at the door of the classroom.

Not a little preparedness and no trace of worry.

You just appear in my world.

It was like a thunderbolt!

Makes you want to drop your pen, right?

Zheng Qing clutched his old purple hair, his face turned white and red, and he stayed where he was for a moment.

"Look at it," Xiao Xiao patted his shoulder comfortingly and whispered, "If this is fate, then don't be afraid, just go for it!"

More and more people are discovering the uninvited guests at the classroom door.

The originally quiet atmosphere in the classroom began to become a little turbulent, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but wander between the door and the two figures in the back row.

They were all classmates in the same class. It had just been a few hours since Zheng Qing had deducted a credit for helping the Gypsy Witch in the morning, and many people still remembered it fresh.

"Oh, poor child." Fatty Xin turned his head and looked at Zheng Qing, with a gloating smile on his face: "If you don't mind, I can use my tall figure to block in front of you..."

Elena held the astronomy class handout, her long red wavy hair tied sideways on her shoulders, and stood quietly at the door without making a sound.

It wasn't until Professor Emma walked up to her that the young witch bent down briskly.

"Hello, teacher!" She obediently saluted Professor Emma.

"Are you done with everything?" The professor looked at her gently and nodded: "There is still half a class left. Take a look at the second chapter of the lecture notes and try to see if you can complete the magic text...the exam papers these days, I will arrange for Jiang Yu to issue a new copy to you, just hand it back before Friday."

Elena was stunned for a moment, then smiled sweetly and nodded in agreement.

"Professor!" Xiao Xiao suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Zheng Qing's magic text turned into a ball of fire after he finished writing it!"

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the seats of several boys in the back row of the classroom.

Elena is no exception.

Zheng Qing's already tightened heart seemed to be pinched hard by a pair of big hands and twisted several times. For a moment, he felt dizzy.

For the first time, he knew what it was like to see stars in front of his eyes.

Small, golden light spots, like a string of bubbles, floated rapidly from the corner of the eye.

It's beautiful, but it's also terrible.

He blinked hard and focused his gaze on the slowly rotating fire ball in mid-air, trying his best to tell himself that everything was an illusion.

However, those beautiful eyes in the distance seemed to have some kind of magic power, telling him very clearly that she was looking at him.

"I really want to beat you to death." He said through gritted teeth.

Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and moved silently to the edge of the desk, as if he didn't hear Zheng Qing's threat.

"good, very good!"

Professor Emma didn't know what kind of magic she used. In an instant, she came from the door of the classroom to the boys' desks in the back row. With a kind and smiling face, she praised in a voice that made everyone's hair stand on end:

"Excellent...very successful work!"

Her palms were placed over the fireball, and her stubby fingers were shaking rapidly in the air, as if they were plucking invisible strings.

The fire gradually died down, revealing small balls of paper ash.

Many tiny crimson symbols flowed from the cracked spherical surface, like chains, locked on it in some strange order.

Professor Emma held the small gray ball up high so that everyone could see it.

"Classmate Zheng Qing did a very good job!" She did not hesitate to praise her, with a big smile on her lips, and her slightly bulging eyes became more and more protruding: "A very outstanding work... I haven't seen anything like this for a long time. scene.”

"Beginners can complete a basic magic text in one go without any inspiration... It's very good... I remember that the last young man who achieved this level has now gone very far in the new world. It is said that he is about to become A true great wizard.”

"I remember you are a publicly funded student this year?"

There was a burst of approval in the classroom.

At this time, many people would not begrudge their kindness - everyone seemed to ignore the gypsy witch at the door of the classroom for a while.

"Excellent...you earned yourself a credit."

"So, can you share with your classmates your experience in writing magic texts?"

Professor Emma's encouraging gaze fell on the young public-funded student.

"Actually, it's just like when drawing talismans," Zheng Qingqiang cheered up and smiled reluctantly: "Because I draw more talismans, I can complete the structure of the subtle details of the magic text more smoothly."

"Not enough." The professor raised a finger and shook it: "If you just follow the pattern of a cat and a tiger to complete the magic text, it will be far from reaching the level of a real 'magic text'... Think about it again, when you stop writing , What’s going on in your mind? What’s going on in your mind?”

When putting away the pen?

What are the mood swings?

Zheng Qing smiled dryly, his eyes sliding past the classroom door with a guilty conscience.

The gypsy witch stood in the empty seat in the front row, not yet seated.

"I'm just... I'm just shocked... No, I'm a little nervous... and a little anxious... feeling like I'm getting angry?" He waved his arms and added awkwardly: "... Of course, I'm in high spirits. Very concentrated…highly concentrated.”

A low muffled laugh came from the side.

Zhang Jixin buried his face under his arms, his broad shoulders shaking slightly.

"Don't be depressed. Everyone has their own unique talent. Although your talent is not outstanding in magic writing, it does not mean that you have no achievements in other areas." Professor Emma patted Zhang Jixin's back comfortingly.

Apparently, she mistakenly thought that the male classmate was crying in shame because of his poor grades.

Zhang Jixin's body stiffened, and he immediately buried his head a little tighter in his arms.

"As described by classmate Zheng Qing, when completing the magic characters, in addition to completing their exquisite structures, you also need to inject your own emotions and your own understanding of the characters into the strokes."

"For example, this fire magic text."

"Classmate Zheng Qing very cleverly introduced the 'heart fire' into it... This is the biggest basis for him to complete this magic text."

"I hope that everyone sitting in the classroom can really mobilize your emotions, emotions, and hearts when writing magic words... Only magic words written with heart can be real magic words!"

"Now, let us applaud classmate Zheng Qing."

"Applause for his outstanding performance!"

For a moment, there was a burst of applause in the classroom.

"Very good, very good! Zheng Qing, this is your reward! ...What's wrong?" Looking back and seeing Zheng Qing who looked a little gray, Ms. Emma asked quickly, her voice lowered for a moment.

"It's okay, I just have some heart palpitations." Zheng Qing forced a smile and pressed hard on his wildly beating heart, feeling a swelling in his temples.

The violent fluctuation of emotions a few minutes ago seemed to have broken a certain string in my mind.

Some feelings buried deep in the depths of memory surfaced.

"Perhaps it is the first time to write a magic text, and the energy is too much consumed in a moment." Professor Emma looked at his face and speculated: "Writing a magic text is very labor-intensive. Many people finish the first magic text short article. Sometimes, because the energy is consumed too much, you have to practice for a while. You only wrote one word, so the situation should not be that serious..."

Zheng Qing nodded "hmm", his head feeling dizzy getting more and more serious.

He held on to the desk, and an unpleasant thought came to his mind.

"Headache……"

As soon as he hummed these two words, his vision went dark and he fell down in front of the professor.