Monster Hunting High School

September 1st, the second day of the eighth lunar month.

It is appropriate to offer sacrifices and pray for blessings.

Avoid, consecrate.

Zheng Qing was lying on the bed, yawning, lazily counting with his fingers under the quilt.

Not a good day to start school.

He squinted his eyes and took a deep breath.

Today is Monday.

There is a Charms class in the morning.

This will be the first class of my college career.

It's really exciting.

Perhaps the excitement from yesterday had not dissipated. Zheng Qing had a very restless sleep at night. He was awakened once by a nightmare in the middle of the night, but he quickly fell back asleep.

Taking a long breath out of the turbid air trapped in his chest, he opened his eyes.

The bedroom is very quiet.

The sky was only slightly bright, and through the glass of the balcony, the faint morning chirping of birds could be heard outside the window.

Zheng Qing climbed out of bed gently.

On the big desk in the center of the dormitory, there are also cardboard boxes for the elves.

He carefully lifted the fine fleece blanket covering the carton.

In the box, the little guys were still sleeping soundly.

Zheng Qing frowned, feeling that things were a bit tricky.

Maybe I should ask the professor after class today and ask how to save the traumatized elf.

Now, there's really nothing he can do.

Zheng Qing sighed and covered the carton with the blanket again.

The fat cat sitting on the windowsill shook its ears, opened its mouth and let out a big yawn, and then buried its head deeper into its front paws.

Next to him, Fatty Xin was snoring slightly from his bed. Zheng Qing noticed that a piece of his quilt had fallen to the ground, so he chuckled and helped Fatty tuck him back into the bed.

Dylan's bed was quiet.

I don’t know if it’s because the coffin blocks out the snoring, or because he doesn’t snore while sleeping.

Zheng Qing's eyes quickly slid past the edge of the tightly closed heavy tent.

He didn't want to get into bad luck early in the morning.

After washing, Zheng Qing came to the balcony and planned to do morning classes.

He habitually took out a handful of hamster food from the gray bag and prepared to sprinkle it on the balcony window.

Then he stood there.

Smile wryly.

Too used to morning lessons with that fat hamster.

I don’t know if anyone will feed it after I leave home.

Zheng Qing closed his eyes in nostalgia and moved his hands and feet a little. Zheng Qing couldn't help but frown.

The balcony of the dormitory is a bit narrow and cannot be extended.

"If you want to do morning exercises, you'd better go downstairs." Xiao Xiao's low and faint voice floated over: "The dormitory is not a suitable place."

Looking back, Xiao Xiao had already changed into a dark red training uniform and was tightening his belt.

Zheng Qing quickly slipped back to the dormitory to change clothes.

Before going out, he hesitated, pointed at Xiao Xiao, Fatty Xin, who was still sleeping soundly, and Dylan, who was silently sleeping. He opened his mouth and asked silently: "Where are they?"

Xiao Xiao didn't say anything, but dragged him out of the dormitory.

"Do you think werewolves prefer daylight, or vampires prefer daylight?"

Zheng Qing thought of werewolves and vampires in the dark on a moonlit night, and shook his head.

"So, don't use the concept of a day walker to observe a night walker." Xiao Xiao grabbed his wide glasses in his hand and was wondering whether to stuff them into his school bag.

"Then how does he go to class?"

"Just because they don't like daylight doesn't mean they can't hang out during the day. Especially here is the First University. There are many doors and many corridors on campus."

"That's right. What about Xin?"

"That fat guy doesn't look like a creature that does early work." Xiao Xiao finally put on the wide glasses, hugged the black notebook in his arms, and sighed: "Besides, the blue giant is not you. People like me are scholars. We can only draw strength from books. They only need to channel their talents and develop their bloodline abilities."

Thinking of Fatty Xin snoring in bed, Zheng Qingdun felt that life was unfair.

There were not many students on campus in the early morning.

On the playground, Zheng Qing observed carefully that most of the students had yellow faces. There are very few students with white skin and black skin, and their majors can be easily judged from their thick bodies.

"They are all fighting madmen."

Zheng Qing shook his head repeatedly as he watched a dark-skinned, bald man practicing boxing while wearing heavy shackles.

"Zhizhi~" A white figure came out of nowhere and circled around Zheng Qing excitedly.

"Poseidon?" Zheng Qing shouted in surprise. He picked up the fox's top coat, grabbed it in his arms, and rubbed it fiercely: "Hey! You bastard!"

"It's almost dawn! Are you here to walk the dog?" Xiao Xiao squinted and snorted sourly.

His old turtle still doesn't know where it is.

"This is a fox." Zheng Qing stroked Poseidon's big tail and corrected him.

Then he threw the little fox with his eyes rolled on the ground, looked at the sky with just a hint of dawn, turned to the side and started practicing boxing.

There are thousands of ways to lay a foundation in the world.

Zheng Qing's foundational method was the guidance technique taught to him by his husband when he was a child.

This set of movements is somewhat like boxing, but not coherent. Although every style and move is not rigid, it cannot give people the feeling of smoothness and smoothness.

Zheng Qing also asked his husband the name of this guidance technique.

The husband replied very succinctly: "No punches."

What does not boxing mean? Does it mean that boxing is not old enough? Or is the boxing technique not grand enough? Or boxing is not boxing? Zheng Qing never understood it very well. He just felt that this boxing set was as unpredictable as Mr. Zheng's.

After several movements, Zheng Qing gradually felt that the dormant power deep in his body gradually became awakened and active, flowing along the meridians and blood vessels.

In just a moment, he felt that his whole body was enveloped in a warm air. Soon I was immersed in it, no matter what I heard, no questions, no thoughts, I just followed the flow and walked naturally.

Not far away, Poseidon also stood like a decent man, with his back and waist bent, his claws wagging his tail, scratching here and there, and doing various unknown movements.

Its pink nose wrinkled from time to time in the cool air, looking serious.

Xiao Xiao sat on the bluestone under the tree, facing the rising sun and breathing quietly.

The old tortoise with ocher-yellow tortoise shell crawled to his side at some point, leaning its head and half-opening its eyes, motionless, just like the stubborn rock under him.

A little further.

On the broad lawn, under the thick trees, and beside the quiet silver lake.

Groups of students gathered together, taking advantage of the vitality to do morning exercises quietly and enthusiastically.

Gradually, the sky is getting brighter and brighter.

The crimson sun is struggling hard on the horizon, and it's just a hair away from jumping out of its shackles.

Zheng Qing seemed to feel something. He turned around and faced the rising sun. He calmly concentrated, closed his fists slightly, and exhaled a long breath of turbid air. His tongue was clear and the word "duh" came out in a long word.

At the same time, Xiao Xiao under the tree opened his eyes wide, puffed up his chest, and let out a clear whistle from his throat.

The other students doing morning classes all around also exhaled and made their voices heard.

For a time, the surrounding clear sounds, accented sounds, and various breathing sounds echoed each other, shaking the early morning campus, resounding through the sky, and shocking the surrounding clouds.

The steaming heat is rolling, displaying its vitality and vitality wantonly.

In the distance, on the top of the mountain, under the tower.

Several professors in black robes were gathering around and talking.

Hearing the shouts that shook the surroundings, they couldn't help laughing.

"Drink the mist of the sunrise in the morning, and dine on the beauty of the moonlight in the evening." A thin and lanky old professor twirled his short snowflake beard and pointed with a smile: "They work so hard, but they live up to our hard work. ”

"Young and energetic." Another short, fat old man shook his head and sighed.

"But I don't know whether it is youth that brings youth, or it is youth that brings youth." The last tall old man seemed to feel something and shouted.