Monster Hunting High School

"Sit, sit down, don't hold back."

"Just like in class..."

"You know, I've never been a fan of red tape."

Old Yao sat behind the large mahogany desk, sorting out the information at hand. He raised his eyelids and nodded his chin at the embarrassed young wizard: "The report from the school hospital is interesting. I guess we will have to study it for a while... Sit down. explain."

Finally, unable to bear the anxiety of being ignored, a soft leather chair rushed over from behind and bumped into the crook of Zheng Qing's leg.

The young public-funded student's knees weakened and he sat down.

"Ha... don't worry, the furniture in this room has always been naughty." Lao Yao took out a pair of small round glasses with gold frames from the drawer, put them on the bridge of his nose, and laughed.

Zheng Qing tightly grasped the armrest of the soft leather chair and pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty.

Naughty peat!

Is there any bear furniture?

Need to clean up!

In the 403 dormitory, this kind of chair is used to chop wood!

While he was complaining crazily in his heart, he put on a harmless expression on his face: "What did the school hospital report say?"

Lao Yao said nothing.

The corners of his mouth curled downwards, showing a serious expression.

A few pages of thin information were flipped over and over, as if there were some interesting answers hidden in them.

The sky outside the window has darkened.

The moon has not yet risen, and the stars are hidden in the afterglow of the sky.

A blue elf flew silently up to the ceiling, groping in the darkness.

After a moment, fist-sized light balls lit up one after another, forming several complex runes. Orange light instantly filled the space, and the air in the office seemed to warm up.

"Judging from the examination results, there is no very obvious curse shadow on your head." Old Yao patted the meager physical examination report in his hand, raised his eyelids, glanced at the young public-funded student, and comforted: "This That's good news."

"But..." Zheng Qing said silently in his heart.

"However," Professor Yao's speech slowed down a lot and his voice became gentler: "The report shows that there is a very active thought force field on your head... This is more troublesome."

Nianzi... force field?

Zheng Qing chewed on this unfamiliar vocabulary and showed a blank expression.

For a novice who has just been exposed to the wizarding world for less than half a year, he does not expect to be able to understand the professional terms in professional reports.

Therefore, he just looked at the professor opposite with a very honest and confused look.

Professor Yao was obviously well prepared for his reaction. He explained patiently without waiting for him to ask:

"Any curse imposed on a living body will produce corresponding shadows of different shapes and thicknesses in the life field... In healing, this kind of shadow is called a cursed shadow. For example, last time you were in The nightmare curse pulled out in my office will show a shadow like a water lily in the life field. We can judge the severity of the nightmare curse based on the shape of the blooming water lily. "

"The cursed shadow is a basic method to determine whether a curse exists or not. It can be used to screen out almost all existing cases in the wizarding world."

"This screening method involves a lot of expertise, and all you need to know is that through this screening, we can determine that your headache is not caused by a curse."

This explanation really made Zheng Qing breathe a sigh of relief.

For him, it would be great if he could avoid being stained by a term that sounded powerful like curse.

However, what the professor said next made his heart sink.

"Although curses have complex forms, we can defeat them with rich experience... The Nianzi force field is different."

"Nianzi force field..."

Lao Yao frowned and muttered this word, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, rubbed the root of his nose, then put the glasses back on, thought about it again, and then said slowly:

"The Nianzi force field involves advanced magical knowledge. Logically speaking, I shouldn't reveal it to you now."

"But...for some special reasons."

He paused, glanced at Zheng Qing, changed his tone, and said vaguely: "I can give you a brief explanation."

The young public-funded student blinked, and before he had time to ponder the profound meaning of the professor's words, he was attracted by his subsequent explanation.

"The Nianzi force field can be understood as a form of external release of mental power."

"According to the Davidson-Thompson theory, the external manifestation of mental power has three attributes: it is a high-frequency wave, a thought particle, and it also has virtual dimension interference force."

"The Nianzi force field is a concrete manifestation of the particle nature of mental force."

"An active Nianzi force field means active mental power."

"You mentioned before that when you had headaches in the past, they would be accompanied by dreams...or what you called nightmares, right?"

Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly and swallowed quietly.

He looked away guiltily and looked down at the pile of reports on his desk, fearing that the professor would discover that he barely understood the specific meaning of the above explanation.

"That's right!" The professor had a clear expression and his tone became more and more certain: "Your headache is caused by the uneven expansion and contraction of the Nianzi force field."

"The expansion of the force field will cause the mental power to be extremely excited or fluctuate violently."

"The contraction of the force field can cause listlessness, lethargy, emotional sensitivity, etc."

"According to the David Bergh Bandha Principle, the thought force field is always moving between expansion and contraction. In a healthy mental state, this movement will show a certain regularity, allowing the wizards' emotions to always remain within a healthy cycle. "

"And your Nianzi force field shows some kind of chaos."

"Irregular expansion and contraction will always put your spirit under extreme pressure... manifested in nightmares, headaches, etc."

"So, can adjusting this... Nianzi force field suppress headaches?" Zheng Qing couldn't help but interrupt the professor's talk and asked hurriedly.

"Stop it?" Old Yao looked surprised: "Why stop it?"

"Because I have a headache!" Zheng Qing felt a little confused: "Isn't this the purpose of my medical treatment?"

"Who would interfere with the movement of the Nianzi force field because of a headache!" Professor Yao seemed to be very happy. He pointed at Zheng Qing for a long time before laughing and said: "Are you going to stop eating because there is a possibility of choking to death? ?”

What nonsense logic! Zheng Qing roared in his heart.

"...But I won't be able to eat because of my headache." He glanced at the professor cautiously and muttered.

"Today's young people lack training." The professor shook his head with an angry expression: "Normal people's thought force fields will show periodic and regular fluctuations... From another angle, there are no rules. , non-periodic fluctuations mean that the Nianzi force field is very special... Even among wizards, this special Nianzi force field is very rare. "

"That means there's a good chance you have some kind of special talent."

As he spoke, he took out the dark pipe from his pocket, bit it in his mouth again, raised his eyelids, and revealed a searching gaze from above his lenses.

"Is headache and nightmare also a kind of talent?" Zheng Qing felt a little dumbfounded: "Can I apply to eliminate this talent..."

"Headache is not a talent, it's a side effect." Old Yao didn't seem to understand Zheng Qing's joke. Instead, he replied seriously: "As for nightmares, maybe it's a talent, maybe it's a side effect... These need to be verified in detail."

"Verification?" Zheng Qing finally got some energy: "How to verify? Or go to the clean room in the school hospital?"

"No, no, no," the professor waved his hand and said calmly, "It's just a small experiment, it can be done in my office."

As he spoke, he pulled out a small black medicine bottle from the drawer and poured out a white round pill.

"Eat it." He said, snapping his fingers.

A Smurf held a goblet and landed lightly in front of Zheng Qing.

The cup was filled with transparent liquid, and through the light from above, one could vaguely see the flickering blue-green halo.

"What is this? A potential stimulation pill?" Zheng Qing put the medicine in his mouth, raised the cup, took a big sip, and then immediately stuck out his tongue and shouted: "It's so sour!"

"What a mess..." The professor had a helpless expression on his face: "It's just a sleeping pill...grab your medium and recite this spell repeatedly before falling asleep."

Zheng Qing smiled awkwardly and took out the medium for his divination class from his pocket.

A copper coin.

Then he looked at the piece of paper handed over by the professor and tried repeating the spell several times.

"Are wizards' sleeping pills all sour?" Before going to sleep, he finally couldn't help it, raised his head and muttered: "I want to drink some water... The pill just now was too sour."

The professor sighed deeply.

"The wizard's sleeping pills are not sour." He looked at the public-funded student in front of him like an idiot, and his tone was full of helplessness: "What you just drank was lemonade!"

Zheng Qing immediately burped.

Then he closed his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and chanted the spell again.

He fell asleep immediately. 1.