Monster Hunting High School

On weekend evenings, there is a regular class meeting as usual.

Even now during the school hunting party, this rule shows no signs of being relaxed.

It's just that at today's regular meeting, Lao Yao did not give a long speech to help all the young wizards here to shape a qualified outlook on life and world. He simply summarized the study and activities this week, laid out some content that needs to be paid attention to next week, and emphasized A few safety questions, and then he left in a hurry.

Even the life reports that need to be handed in every week are collected by the two monitors after regular meetings.

Zheng Qing was not curious about what Lao Yao was busy with.

As the captain of a hunting team, he has been having a lot of things to worry about recently during the school hunting party.

For example, the candidate for the hunting team manager - although in the information submitted to the school working committee, he had already filled in Lin Guo's name as the hunting team manager, this did not mean that there was no room for change. The hunting team is always looking for more suitable candidates.

Another example is the ‘after-school homework’ that Deng Xiaojian assigned to the hunters in the afternoon. He needs to sort out the information according to the positions of the different hunters in the hunting team and distribute it to each member; then he collects everyone's schedules, compares them to find the appropriate free time, and organizes all members of the group to collectively plant the small bag Video torrents.

In addition, the assignments assigned by professors of various subjects did not relax slightly because of the school hunting party. On the contrary, such as Professor Emma from the Magic Literature class, Professor Li from the Pharmacy class, and Professor Yi from the Divination class, etc. The approaching exams have increased the amount of homework after class, causing students to complain endlessly.

Occasionally when he has a few minutes of free time, Zheng Qing can't help but think of the little fox girl he bullied, which makes him a little more worried.

Troubles like these are too numerous to mention.

So much so that the young public-sponsored student began to hesitate to fill out the application form again and apply for a transformation potion from Professor Li. Because he started to have faint signs of headache again - Zheng Qing had been wondering in the past few days whether becoming a cat would free him from these troubles.

Looking back, life goes on.

In the wizarding world, even if you become a cat, you cannot escape your responsibilities and debts.

After the regular meeting in the evening, Zheng Qing did not immediately call Building 601. Instead, he summoned all the members of the Exoneration Hunting Team, including Lin Guo, on the spot, intending to make a brief summary of this afternoon's adjudication assistance training.

"Is this the theme of today's meeting?" Fatty Xin held a bowl of fried peanuts, crunching like a squirrel. He looked at the row of big words "First Training Summary Meeting" written by Zheng Qing on the blackboard and asked vaguely.

"Pay attention to your image." Zhang Jixin glanced sideways at him and reminded, "This is a classroom, not a cafeteria."

"A classroom without classes is just an empty room." There was no one in the classroom, so the fat man simply put his legs on a row of chairs and leaned against the wall, trying to create a comfortable environment.

"Are you at a party? Do you have a gift from me?" Behind the door, a stick figure asked in a sharp voice.

Several wizards in the classroom glanced at the drawing paper and ignored it.

This nonchalant attitude clearly irritated the stick figure.

It took a deep breath, its originally oval body became much rounder, and the two or three sparse hairs on its head began to float.

“Some students are having a party in the classroom!!”

"Where is the patrol!!"

“The students are going to set the classroom on fire!!”

The sharp sound pierced the night and spread far in the empty teaching building. Outside the classroom, the murals on both sides of the corridor that had been quiet woke up one after another, and the noise surged out in the blink of an eye.

"Is it on fire? Where is the fire??"

"The party caused a fire... I haven't seen such energetic young people in a long time."

"Where are the cans on patrol? Are they all dead? They haven't come up for so long!"

"That's an unlucky thing to say - although they are indeed dead."

"Speaking of dead people, where did those ghosts go..."

"It seems that the school hunting club held a special dance for ghosts. The nobles of the Yuexia Council came... The ghosts in several nearby buildings have received invitations."

"Why don't we have an invitation?! That's not fair!"

"Because we are just the shadow of a memory... not even a ghost..."

This slightly sad answer immediately silenced the murals on both sides of the corridor.

In Classroom 601, several young wizards took advantage of this quiet time to pull off a tablecloth on the test bench and cover up the stick figure behind the door.

"Noisy liar." Zheng Qing complained angrily as he hurriedly applied an adhesive spell to the tablecloth.

"Who is the liar?" The classroom door opened with a bang, and Lin Guo, Lan Que and Dylan pushed in.

It was Lin Guo who spoke.

Carrying the small backpack on his shoulders that never left his body, he jumped up and squeezed in like a primary school student.

Before Zheng Qing could speak, the nominal manager of the Exoneration Hunting Team could not wait to describe to him the conversation between the murals in the corridor just now: "When I just climbed to the sixth floor, the murals on both sides of this floor were Like everyone is crazy..."

"Has the meeting started?" Dylan didn't seem to be interested in discussing the 'dead man'. He turned to look at Xiao Xiao and asked about the progress of the meeting.

"I just finished sorting out the training materials... Hey, these belong to a few of you." The doctor pointed to the pile of materials organized into categories on the desk and added: "Now that everyone is here, let's start the first step. an agenda.”

"A lot on the agenda tonight?" Dylan raised his eyebrows.

"A little more than you think." Fatty Xin put away the snack bowl in his arms, wiped his greasy mouth, and sighed.

"What's the first agenda?" Lin Guo also stopped his story and looked up at the publicly funded student in front of him.

Zheng Qing did not speak, but walked to the podium, grabbed the chalk, and left two big words on the blackboard.

‘Codename’.

"The 'code name' of today's first topic," he turned his head and glanced at the members of the hunting team, repeated the taboos on the hunting ground that Deng Xiaojian mentioned in the afternoon, and finally concluded:

"In actual hunting, we cannot use our real names. For wizards, real names are equivalent to their own weaknesses. Many dangerous demons can use names to curse. So, as a rule, each of us needs to have a 'Code name', used for mutual communication between hunting grounds..."

Before anyone else could speak, he immediately put forward his own opinion: "I prefer to use nicknames to determine the code names. It is convenient and easy to remember, and it does not take up too long of the meeting time."

This was the plan he had thought of long ago.

The troublesome experience of coming up with a name for the club has not gone away for long. Zheng Qing has a natural repulsion towards naming based on collective wisdom.

It's hard to reconcile the opinions of others, it's too annoying.