Monster Hunting High School

Time flies by and the busy Monday comes to an end soon.

Until before going to bed at night, Zheng Qing did not receive the tour fee.

Not a penny.

Fatty Xin did not return to the dormitory tonight. I wonder if he went out with his editor to collect news. Xiao Xiao was sitting at the desk, but the young public-funded student lost his mind when he thought of the series of charges mentioned by the doctor. The idea of ​​asking for tour fare.

As for Dylan, he has been quietly staying in his coffin since noon. Zheng Qing really didn't have the courage to lift the lid of the coffin and ask for money from a dead man.

Of course, given that the Knights have not yet been formally established and have not organized any activities, Zheng Qing does not need to consider 'hidden worries' such as balance of payments and deficit in accounts for the time being.

He still has a lot of troubles that need to be solved as soon as possible.

For example, the long dress given to Elena - the gypsy witch has been elusive recently, and it is difficult for young public-funded students to find the right time to talk to her;

Another example is the follow-up treatment plan for head diseases.

Zheng Qing needs to follow Professor Yi to the office to discuss the matter in detail after class on Tuesday. This is what Lao Yao has arranged before.

But after the divination class on Tuesday, the boys in Astronomy Class 08-1 got together and talked about the upcoming school hunting party - from which hunting team will stand out this year, to who should be the dance partner at the hunting party, and When can the beautiful Su Shijun, the parliamentary senator under the moon, come to school.

All kinds of gossip and news were flying in the sky, so much so that the young public-funded student was so fascinated by it that he almost forgot about going to Professor Yi's office.

Until Dr. Xiao Da kindly reminded me.

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When Zheng Qing came to Professor Yi's office, the divination professor was standing in the corridor, discussing something with several senior students.

In his hand he held a wide handful of tarot cards.

The flying cards rustled like a giant moth dancing a tango. Paired with the dim lighting of the corridor, it creates a perfect mysterious atmosphere.

Seeing the young public-funded student, several old students just raised their eyebrows slightly, and then turned their attention to the tarot cards in the professor's hand again.

"I'll tell you a few more questions... You go in first and wait a moment." Professor Yi did not let Zheng Qing listen to the advanced divination skills. Instead, he opened the door of the office and pushed the young public-funded student in.

Zheng Qing could no longer remember how many times he had been pushed into a strange door.

But he clearly remembered that this was the second time he came to Professor Yi's office.

At Jiuyou College, in addition to the collective lounge in the teaching building, each professor has his own independent office in the office building.

These offices vary in size and decoration according to the needs of these professors.

For example, Lao Yao's office is very simple, with only a huge mahogany bookcase, a mahogany desk, and a few leather chairs. Other than that, it is empty. Professor Emma's office is like a miniature herb garden, filled with all kinds of bonsai and potted plants, from bergamot to holly, from cactus to bowl of flowers, and even the walls of the office are covered with ivy. .

Zheng Qing has always felt that Professor Emma's office is more suitable for Professor Li Qihuang.

In contrast, Professor Li Qihuang's office is always filled with a strange smell, pungent like formaldehyde, lightly scented after yeast has been fully fermented, mixed with the smell of rotten grass and a basement that has been closed for a long time. . I wonder if it’s because Professor Li often cooks potions in his office. This keeps most students away from the pharmacy professor's office.

Professor Yi's office is a little different.

His office is in the shape of a hexagon.

Tall bookshelves extend from the ground to the roof. The bookshelves are filled with densely packed books, thick, thin, leather, paper, hardcover, paperback, all kinds and all-encompassing. Across the clean and bright glass bookcase, people can't help but feel a sense of awe.

The office floor is covered with light yellow carpet.

The center of the carpet is painted with a black hexagram pattern.

There is a black oval desk in the center of the six-ray array, with two or three high-backed soft leather chairs scattered around it.

The last time he followed Lao Yao, he came and went in a hurry. Zheng Qing was completely focused on the conversation between the two bosses and did not look at the office. This time, Professor Yi had not come back yet, so Zheng Qing had the opportunity to take a closer look.

Compared with several offices Zheng Qing had seen, the light in Professor Yi's office seemed much dimmer.

Although it was almost noon, it was a crisp autumn day, the sky outside was extremely bright, and the curtains around the professor's office were not closed, the light in the room was still very dim.

Through the large floor-to-ceiling windows behind the desk, Zheng Qing could clearly see the bright sky outside. But the light from outside through the window seemed to fall into a black hole, not illuminating the inside of the house at all.

It’s as if pedestrians on the road at night are looking at the brightly lit shopping mall through the display windows.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but shudder.

Looking up, the roof of the office is like the dome of the first hall. It is completely black, with hundreds of bright spots dotted in it, like stars. These light spots flickered slowly, like the stars in the dark night sky.

Zheng Qing squinted his eyes, raised his hand, and gestured slowly, outlining the outlines of those light spots.

He had a vague feeling of familiarity.

"You're right. This is an astrological sand table, used to simulate the movement of stars and help deduce the changes in star charts." A soft voice suddenly sounded in Zheng Qing's ears. It seemed that he had guessed what he was thinking, and he was making gestures. The young man in Star Map was startled.

Zheng Qing turned around.

The owner of this office opened the door at some point and returned to his own world.

And he also brought back another guest.

"Good afternoon, Professor Yi!" The young public-funded student bowed hurriedly, then turned around and bowed again: "Good afternoon, Professor Yao."

Lao Yao bit his pipe and waved to Zheng Qing with a smile. After throwing a stack of documents on the oval desk, he took a high-backed chair next to him and sat down quietly.

After a while, his smooth back was submerged in the puffs of blue smoke again.

"Can you be more civilized in other people's offices?" Professor Yi complained, sneezed, walked behind the desk, and closed the curtains next to the glass window.

The bright world outside the house was completely cut off by the curtains. The office was plunged into thick shadow, with only the light spots above the head flickering weakly.

"Public morality is a good thing... If you really feel uncomfortable, why don't you open the window?" Old Yao muttered, clicking his pipe vigorously. The red-burnt tobacco shone in the dim office, like the gleaming stars in the midnight sky.

Zheng Qing stood with his hands down, his eyes watching his nose, his nose watching his heart, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

Professor Yi did not continue to argue with Lao Yao, but sat in his large chair and silently opened the pile of documents that Professor Yao had just placed on the table.

For a moment, the office fell into a strange silence.