Monster Hunting High School

Late Wednesday night.

Jiuyou School, Room 101 in the office building.

The Jiuyouyuan branch of the First University Professors Joint Conference is having an informal meeting in this conference room.

To be precise, this meeting was not an informal meeting.

On the Wednesday evening of the last week of every month, professors will hold a regular meeting in this conference room to summarize the results of the month's work and arrange the teaching tasks for the next month - but most of the time, many professors with heavy research tasks will There are excuses to decline this formalistic meeting.

But this time it's different.

Vice President Ruoyu of First University, who is responsible for the work of the school working committee and serves as the rotating chairperson of this month’s Professors’ Joint Meeting, personally sent a letter requesting all professors on file to attend the meeting on time. Those who fail to arrive after the deadline will be punished.

This harsh attitude obviously says a lot.

In addition, September is the first month of school, so things are complicated; and October is the traditional "hunting month" of First University, so all kinds of arrangements are even more messy.

Therefore, the professors affiliated with Jiuyou College hurried to this large conference room just after dark, intending to occupy a comfortable seat and discuss with others the annoying 'little things' in the college recently.

For example, on the special admission flight at the beginning of the month, the banshee ran into the cabin;

Another example is the interesting young talents in this freshmen class, and those from aristocratic families whose nostrils are as high as the sky;

Another example is some wild animals that sneaked into the house - especially the group of sand captured by the school working committee.

The professors all secretly rumored that the slurry spit out by the little bugs filled a large bucket, which was enough to bathe the grass sperm, but they did not know what the stingy school working committee had hidden these precious experimental materials. place.

"This time we must make those old misers vomit some blood," a chubby wizard panted, shaking his hat, sitting on a high-backed chair, gritting his teeth and growling: "My story about 'resonance state particles are falling'" The experiment of the energy release phase in the dimensional environment is almost over, and I just need some sand and royal jelly as a buffer... They actually told me that they want to report! What a joke, when did experiments in the hospital become so troublesome!"

"The school working committee is in charge this month, so you'd better be calm." The short wizard sitting next to him advised in a calming manner: "If they lower your KPI this month because of this little disagreement, If it affects the progress of next month’s experiment, there’s no place to cry!”

"You turned against them!" The fat wizard was furious, but he couldn't help but lower his voice: "Is this a wizard's school or a janitor's school... When the old principal was here, this kind of thing never happened!"

"This is the key to all the trouble." Old Yao stood behind the two wizards at some point and sighed after hearing the sound: "Our lovely principal has gone on vacation somewhere... When he comes back, I will report you to him Views."

The two wizards who were chatting quietly stood up in shock and looked at the smiling middle-aged man in front of them in fear.

"Dean Yao," the fat wizard wiped the sweat from his forehead, rubbed his hands uneasily, and whispered: "Don't bother the principal with such trivial matters... We just discuss it in private... If necessary, we will definitely do it Report to the court!"

"Don't call me Dean...just call me Professor Yao, or Lao Yao." Lao Yao waved his hands repeatedly to stop the two professors from greeting him, and at the same time gave the short wizard a very obvious look.

"Let's talk, then. I remembered that there is a subject that I need to discuss with Zhang Yu regarding the schedule." The short wizard looked at the two of them with a smile, nodded, tapped his toes, and quickly slipped into the depths of the conference room. go.

The fat wizard was about to cry but looked at his departing companions with a sad face. However, under the gaze of Lao Yao, he did not dare to lift his legs and leave.

"Is there no problem with what you just said?" Old Yao raised his eyebrows, looking very surprised: "Wouldn't it affect your experiment?"

"It won't affect it, it won't affect it!" The fat wizard waved his hands repeatedly and said firmly: "This difficulty can be overcome by gritting one's teeth..."

"Since you can overcome it... then you just deliberately spread hate speech." Professor Yao took out his big pipe from his pocket, stuffed it with tobacco, lit it, and took a slow puff.

Light blue smoke slowly floated up, blurring and distorting his smiling face.

It looks like a monster that chooses people to eat.

The fat wizard was speechless.

Spreading hate speech on campus is a minor crime.

It's not serious, because most of these things require people to freely testify, and the level of interest in words can be adjusted up or down by investigators; it's serious, because under the model where First University governs four colleges, any Any remarks that will cause instability in the school fall into the category of 'crack down'.

"Tell me," the fat wizard finally understood something. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said helplessly, "Tell me what to do."

"That's right," Old Yaomei patted his shoulder with a smile, and said in his ear: "I heard that the wine you brewed with Huihun Yanghua has just been opened, so you need to use 180 kilograms to rinse your mouth... …”

"One hundred and eighty pounds!" The fat wizard looked at him with a horrified expression and shouted loudly: "Robbery! Even if you take a shower, you won't need so much!"

This scream attracted the attention of many wizards in the conference room.

Lao Yao quickly pulled his shoulder and said in a low voice: "You guessed it right...it's just a bath...don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry."

As he spoke, he looked around.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, he explained in a low voice: "You know the male public-funded student who came to the courtyard this year?"

"Is he the boy who is so good at drawing talismans and scared Zhang Yatou?" The fat wizard frowned with difficulty and muttered: "Ah... I heard about it. It was rumored yesterday that it was in Emma's class. Passed out... Speaking of which, the wine from Huihun Yanghua Niang does have some special effects on the soul. "

"That's what I mean." Old Yao clapped his hands, but forgot that he was still holding a pipe.

The pipe was blown out of a thick stream of green smoke, as well as a string of golden-red sparks.

It looked like a fire dragon sneezed.

"What a lie!" The fat wizard rolled his eyes and spread his hands helplessly: "Use this wine to pacify the soul, just wipe it all over your body, there is no need to soak people in it...not to mention whether it will If the hammer is soaked, even if I are willing to give it, I won’t be able to get that much stock... The total of the jars produced this year will only be about thirty kilograms. "

"Then take twenty pounds!" Lao Yao took the big head without ceremony.

"Haha..." The fat wizard laughed dryly and raised a round finger.

"Ten pounds?" Professor Yao frowned, with a look of reluctance on his face: "Ten pounds is too little... I'm afraid it won't last long."

"Do you still plan to use this kind of folk remedy as a regular treatment method?" The fat wizard retorted weakly: "Besides, it's not ten pounds... it's one pound... The others have been mentioned and booked by everyone, and there will be no more."

"One pound!" Old Yao rolled his eyes and was about to get angry.

"One pound is one pound, one pound is enough." Professor Li from Potions Science grabbed Lao Yao from behind and repeatedly tried to dissuade him: "Pay attention to your image and don't make any noise here."

"Image?" Professor Yao sneered, with disdain on his face: "How much is image worth? Everyone in this room doesn't know who is who? If losing a little face can clean up that troublesome brat, I will save my face myself. Tear it off for everyone to wipe the floor with...If the left side is not enough, then tear off the right side!"