Monster Hunting High School

In Zheng Qing's impression, headaches have always been a big trouble.

Many memories from my childhood have become blurry. For example, he couldn't remember what the girl he liked in elementary school looked like, nor could he remember the name of the four-wheel-drive car his uncle gave him on his twelfth birthday. Even the promise he made when he graduated from junior high school, if he hadn't opened the diary, He was completely unimpressed.

But the feeling of headache is like the bright moon hovering in the sky every night, always fresh and clear.

He could still clearly recall the thumping sound of banging his head against the wall when he had a headache as a child, and he could also recall the first time he fell to the ground and convulsed at Sanyou Bookstore when the begonia flower in front of the store had just bloomed into five petals.

Everything is so unforgettable.

Fortunately he has a gentleman.

Mr. Wu used his mysterious methods to suppress Zheng Qing's recurring headaches, allowing him to grow up with peace of mind and have a relatively normal memory.

But the peaceful life is gradually fading away.

When did it start?

Zheng Qing would occasionally think about this issue when no one was around.

Maybe it was when he saw Mr. Wu waving his tea cup, maybe it was when he first entered Hui Ziji, maybe it was when he woke up that morning and found the thick, bulging envelope on his pillow. when.

Magic, wizards, and the First University, these fantastic words seemed to pour into his life overnight, and with them came recurring headaches.

From the school’s special plane to the astronomy professor’s class.

Less than a month into school, I have already had three headaches.

This is never a good thing.

"Big trouble?" Zheng Qing repeated Professor Yao's words, and his voice changed slightly: "Be mentally prepared!"

He had seen these terms before. 【】

Doctors like to use these scary words when telling terminally ill TV characters about their illnesses.

"How long can I live?" When the young public-funded student thought that he had to face such a cruel life before he hugged Elena, he couldn't help but feel sad, and his voice was choked up.

"Huh?" Professor Yao's eyebrows were raised high.

"It's okay, just tell me, I can accept it." Zheng Qing sniffed and said nonchalantly: "Don't tell my family this kind of thing... They are ordinary people who have never been exposed to the magical world. Maybe they are not familiar with it. You will still have various misunderstandings...I am already eighteen years old and have full legal capacity...I can sign for myself. After I die, I hope the school can be a puppet and go home for me...I I have saved more than a dozen credits, which can be used to pay for related expenses.”

After saying this, Zheng Qing suddenly felt a big stone falling from the bottom of his heart, and his eyelids no longer felt hot.

But Professor Yao sitting behind his desk obviously didn’t think so.

"I think... maybe you... have some... misunderstanding of what I said." The professor obviously spent a lot of effort to accept the out-of-the-box thinking of the outstanding student in front of him: "No one will die... especially for wizards. Come on."

"Oh!" Zheng Qing's eyes widened immediately: "Yes! I'm a wizard... I can use magic... Is there a spell to cure headaches? Potions will work too... It would be better if you have a talisman, I can give it myself Draw your own talisman.”

"Calm down." Professor Yao opened the Dharma book on the table, flicked his fingers, and said with a helpless expression: "Did Mrs. Bella feed you stimulants in the morning?"

A light blue stream of light rose from the pages under the professor's finger, hovered in the air for several weeks, and rushed into Zheng Qing's chest.

A cold feeling surged from his heart, causing the young public-funded student to shiver several times.

His mind immediately became much clearer.

Those shameful words from a few minutes ago almost immediately came to his mind, causing his cheeks to turn red at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"Yes, I'm sorry," he stumbled and pushed his chair away, stumbling to apologize, blushing like Zhang Jixin's brother: "I don't know what's going on."

"It doesn't matter." Professor Yao gently raised his fingers.

The soft leather chair behind Zheng Qing suddenly bumped forward. The crooks of his legs went numb and he sat back on the swivel chair uncontrollably.

"I know the reason for this..." The professor continued to look at the information at hand: "As I said just now, your headache is a big trouble... It will make your mind extremely active... but activity is often related to vulnerability. Together. This is one of the reasons why you were a little out of control just now."

Zheng Qing licked his dry lips and tried to restrain his urge to speak.

"Move forward." The professor waved again.

The swivel chair under the seat was roughly pushed forward, forcing Zheng Qing's legs into the gap of the mahogany desk.

"Close your left eye." The professor leaned forward and opened Zheng Qing's right eyelid.

His rough fingers scratched Zheng Qing's eyelids.

"Magic is not as omnipotent as you think. On the contrary, it is a very strict skill." Professor Yao flipped through his book, looking for suitable spells, carefully observed Zheng Qing's right eye, and said slowly: "So, don't expect that I can lift this curse on you with one or two charms."

While he was talking, he took out a crumpled talisman paper from the drawer, pulled out a hair from the young wizard's head, then knocked the ashes from his pipe onto the talisman paper and wiped it lightly.

Orange sparks lit up little by little, and wisps of green smoke slowly rose from the talisman paper.

"Curse!" Zheng Qing ignored the burning talisman on the desk, finally couldn't hold back his tumbling thoughts, and shouted in horror.

"Don't be nervous, young man." The professor patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "In the eyes of wizards, this kind of invisible damage without obvious trauma is a curse. The white men's cancer is a very good example. Some Modern healers believe that cancer is 'Gaia's curse'."

"Then what kind of curse is this on me?"

Professor Yao didn't speak. He quietly looked at the ashes after burning the talisman in front of him. After a long time, he murmured: "Sure enough, it still needs professional people to look at it."

The most professional hospital at First University in terms of treatment is the campus hospital.

Zheng Qing, on the other hand, had just come out of the school hospital.

So, an hour after leaving the white building, Zheng Qing once again appeared in Mrs. Bella's stern sight.

"He needs to use the Jingshe." Old Yao smiled dryly, looked at Mrs. Bella with a straight face, and added: "Just for a little while..."

"Then why do we need to go through the discharge procedures!" The head nurse clattered the medical record book in her hand: "Don't you know that you need to issue a stack of certificates when you come in and out? Do you think my work is easy? Hmm ?”

Zheng Qing shrank his neck, looked at the irritable head nurse and the apologetic professor, and quietly moved towards the corner, trying to reduce his sense of presence.

Only Dr. Ma, who was on duty, could ignore the oppressive atmosphere and make some kind of mediation at this time: "We can only arrange a comprehensive examination today...the specific examination results are not expected to be available until next week."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Lao Yao had no objection to the doctor's arrangement: "This kind of thing should be left to professionals."

As he spoke, he bared his yellow teeth and showed a flattering smile to Mrs. Bella.

The head nurse ignored him and quickly arranged for Zheng Qing to have a comprehensive examination in the Jingshe.

The Jingshe is a small room filled with formations, talismans and magic texts. Wizards use this small room to analyze curses and study changes.

In order to keep the atmosphere pure in the house, the pure house has no windows or doors.

After only a few minutes of entering, Zheng Qing was pulled out by the head nurse.

"The examination is very simple, but the data analysis is very tedious." Dr. Ma stared at his big eyes and said weakly in a long voice: "I will send the relevant examination results directly to the office of Jiuyou College..."

"There is nothing else to do today. You should go back first." Lao Yao waved to the young public-funded student and added: "I remember that your elective class in the afternoon is life class?"

Zheng Qing nodded obediently.

"Well, go to the library to find Downton before class in the afternoon and ask for the homework for the past two days on history, philosophy, and pharmacy... The teachers are very tolerant and allow you to hand it in before class next week."

The young public-funded student stayed for a long time and walked to the library dejectedly.