Monster Hunting High School

?When Zheng Qing ran out of the school hospital - well, to be precise, when the young wizard was driven out with a broom by Mrs. Bella from the school hospital, there was still more than half an hour before class. .

Originally, he had no intention of leaving the warm restaurant so early.

Fat Cat doesn't want to either.

But when the cleaning elves in the restaurant discovered a feline appeared at the restaurant's dining table and then made a sharp and piercing alarm sound, Zheng Qing had to flee with his 'stuff'.

"If I have the right to deduct points, I bet you will continue to be a freshman next year!" When Mrs. Bella issued the discharge notice to Zheng Qing, she still had an annoyed expression on her face: "Allow that cat to Staying in the ward for one night is already extremely tolerant... and even bringing it into the hospital cafeteria. Do you think the campus hospital receives too few complaints about the cafeteria? "

Zheng Qing laughed along with him, grabbed the orange cat's top coat, and ended his second period of hospitalization in embarrassment.

The air on Monday morning is always mixed with two completely different atmospheres: vitality and decadence. It is difficult for people who have been lazy all weekend to cheer up on such days, but the mission given by nature in the morning makes many people naturally cheer up.

After Zheng Qing left the school hospital with Fat Mao in his arms, he did not go to the teaching building immediately, but turned into a hidden grove on the way.

When he came out of the woods, the fat cat had disappeared, and 'Fat Xin' followed him step by step.

Although he looks no different from the greedy fat man in ordinary times - this 'Fat Man Xin' also holds a fat chicken leg in his hand and is gnawing slowly - but if you are familiar with him, it is still easy for people who are familiar with him to recognize him. Some inconsistencies are found in the details.

Such as eyes, expressions, and hair color.

The hair of 'Fat Xin' behind Zheng Qing has turned into ginger color, and the color of the robe on his body is also different from the authentic Jiuyouhong. It seems that it has been washed many times and the color is much lighter in orange.

Perhaps because he was still hungover, the fat man's eyelids were a little swollen and his eyeballs seemed a little swollen, which made his originally small eyes narrower and his temperament became even more depressed.

In stark contrast to his temperament, are his movements.

The fat man seemed to have been cast under a light-weight spell. When he walked, his movements appeared light and agile. From a distance, he looked like a big rolling orange.

This big orange did not attract any strange looks from passers-by on campus.

On the contrary, Zheng Qing, who was walking in front of Big Orange, attracted most of the attention of passers-by.

Compared with the delayed investigation report from the Propaganda Department, rumors in newspapers always seem to ferment at the fastest speed in the closed environment of the campus, brewing sour and inferior products.

On the way to the teaching building, Zheng Qing felt this very clearly.

As a publicly funded student of Jiuyou Academy, and with the Merlin Medal he received at the opening ceremony not long ago, he is also a relatively well-known newcomer in this academy.

In the past, whether they were freshmen who entered this year or sophomores or juniors, many classmates who knew or did not know him would always say hello with a smile when they saw him on the street, and sometimes they would even pull him. Take a photo and sign your name.

But today, although these people still greeted him politely, there seemed to be something like fear hidden in their expressions.

This point became particularly clear when they quietly looked at Zheng Qing's red right eye.

To describe it in the language of the book, it is ‘friendly and distant friendly communication’.

But everything should be viewed dialectically.

There were more people paying attention to his eyes, but naturally fewer people were paying attention to the big fat man behind him. Especially when facing classmates who know the two of them.

When Zheng Qing walked into the East 601 of the teaching building, this differential treatment became more and more obvious.

The little man on the white paper behind the door made a sharp greeting as always, and the elves on the top of the blackboard were still neatly arranged in a row, ready to rush down and clean up the classroom destroyed by the students.

Only a few classmates noticed Fatty Xin's abnormal hair color and depressed spirit, but most of them would only jokingly ask, "Banner, why did you dye your hair?" or "Fatty, did you work late yesterday?" ? I heard that there are several beauties in the editorial department of the school newspaper..."

The eyes of most of the students followed the footsteps of the young public-funded students, moving slowly but firmly.

From the door, to the aisle, and then to the seats in the back of the classroom.

Many people whispered to each other, and from time to time they pointed and pointed their eyes to make gestures to others. They seemed completely unaware of the anger slowly building up on the face of the young public-funded student.

Some people would bring small gifts, accompanied by friends, and walk up to Zheng Qing to give a simple blessing and greeting.

But whether they are familiar or unfamiliar classmates, when talking to Zheng Qing, they will always show some vigilance. It seems that the young public-sponsored student will not be able to contain the evil spirit deep in his blood at the next moment, and will grow sharp teeth. With sharp teeth and claws, he pounced with blood-red eyes.

This made Zheng Qing's mood even worse.

"I won't pounce on them and bite them." Zheng Qing still had an indignant expression on his face as he sat in the corner of the classroom.

"You won't get sick if you touch an AIDS patient, but who would touch them casually?" Xiao Xiao had just opened a large kraft paper envelope and pulled out a long piece of letter paper.

"You actually know about AIDS!" Zheng Qing couldn't hide his surprise in his voice.

"I'm not a die-hard wizard... The world below is developing so well, why can't we pay more attention to it?" Xiao Xiao sneered, lowered his head and looked at the letter in his hand carefully.

"The world below." Zheng Qing smacked his lips, shook his head, and did not continue to discuss this issue.

"This fat man is so fake!" Zhang Jixin turned around from the front row with an uneasy look on his face: "Look at his hair and his robe... can he not even write?"

"Why does he need to be able to write!" Zheng Qing took out his Dharma book, slapped it heavily on the desk, and complained with an unhappy face: "He just needs to sit in the classroom and be in a daze... If any of you sponsor me With a transformation potion, I will definitely make him look exactly like that damn fat man!"

"What if the teacher asks him to answer a question?"

"If you can't speak, why don't you shut up?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.

"Ouch!" 'Fatty Xin' next to him shouted in agreement, and wiped the greasy marinade remaining between his fingers under the desk.

Zhang Jixin laughed.

"By the way... don't go to bed at noon. We have to have a meeting in the dormitory." Xiao Xiao suddenly raised his head and reminded: "I have received the application form for the establishment of the society from the Federation of Societies. According to the plan, it is due this afternoon. Hand it back...so we need to clarify the name, members, purpose and other information of the society as soon as possible.”

As he spoke, he shook the red letter form in his hand.

“There’s still a lot to fill in here,” he emphasized.