High School of Demon Hunting

The snake that resides in Zheng Qing’s ear left a very profound impression on the young wizards of the Yuzui Hunting Team during the freshman trial at the beginning of the sophomore year.

Last month’s Forbidden Magic Festival, it caused quite a commotion in the North District again.

So it’s completely reasonable for Xiao Xiao to associate an unknown, snake egg-shaped object, whose ’hatching ground’ matches up, with the egg of that big green snake.

The problem is—

"Such a big snake, laying such a small egg, is that reasonable?"

Upon hearing something related to the big green snake that shook the entire island, the Fat Wizard immediately became interested, tossed aside the feather pen and half-finished manuscript he was working on, eagerly moved in front of the doctor, squinting at the snake egg with a hint of skepticism on his face: "Moreover, hasn’t Mr. Zha mentioned the snake’s gender before, right?"

He turned his head to look at Zheng Qing.

Xiao Xiao pushed his glasses and sneered: "Size? How big do you think an egg laid by a snake that can live in someone else’s ear would be? Besides, when did wizards start caring about gender for reproduction?"

Two consecutive rhetorical questions immediately left the Fat Wizard speechless.

And scared Zheng Qing half to death.

His two roommates were unaware of the big green snake’s true identity, only treating it as an elder like a school professor, leading to their somewhat disrespectful manner during conversations.

But Zheng Qing knew all too well the cold and brutal nature of the big green snake residing in his ear—the root cause of the bloody battle last year in the Black Prison, that almost destroyed the entire world and led to countless deaths and injuries, was this very creature.

It’s not the elder of young wizards.

It’s the ancestor of demons!

Only with the assurance from the professor and the inability to resist, Zheng Qing turned a blind eye to the big green snake’s ’parasitical’ behavior. If he had the choice, he would absolutely hand off this major trouble to Old Yao or some other vice principal at school.

Even so, Zheng Qing rarely disturbed this ancestor during regular days, fearing that it might get upset and swallow a passing student.

Considering the mental pressure he bears daily, Zheng Qing sometimes couldn’t help but admire his own fortitude.

"Don’t talk nonsense!"

The young assistant suddenly bolted upright from the bed, feeling much more awake, slightly raised his voice to interrupt his two roommates’ unrestrained speculations, instinctively covering his ear, looking uneasily at Xiao Xiao, his voice lowered: "——Aren’t you usually cautious? Why are you so reckless today!"

Zheng Qing’s emotions immediately affected the two.

They weren’t naive and foolish college students who knew nothing either.

Xin Fat Man was alright; his thick skin masked any turmoil, sensing the discord, quickly and obediently rolled back to the desk, picking up his feather pen again.

Doctor Xiao’s face turned pale suddenly.

"No, it can’t be, right?"

The short warlock’s hands shook, almost dropping the snake egg-like object, stammering with a forced smile: "...it’s just, just casual chatting between classmates, not that..."

His voice gradually lowered.

Zheng Qing rubbed his face, hearing no abnormal sound from his ear, breathed a small sigh of relief. Then he took back the ’little troublesome egg,’ paused, reminding the diviner: "——As far as I know, that snake doesn’t belong to our school."

This sentence was slightly obscure.

But it didn’t prevent Doctor Xiao from grasping the underlying meaning—as a qualified diviner, he excelled at using vague language to describe divinations, naturally adept at inferring truth through ambiguity.

Thus, he decisively shifted the topic abruptly: "It’s unexpected those investigative wizards didn’t confine you in the school hospital...."

"Indeed, quite lucky, entering the hospital at midnight and leaving at midnight, still able to catch the first morning class tomorrow." Zheng Qing chuckled self-deprecatingly, fatigue creeping over him again, letting out a big yawn: "——Did you see where my black gemstone cat went?"

Without that ’energy booster,’ he felt rather uncomfortable.

"Seems like it went off with Jiang Yu." The Fat Wizard scratched his head with the feather pen, looking at his mostly completed manuscript, suddenly sighed: "——By the way, Brother Qing, can you share some investigation details about Quanke Lai Li? Being in proximity, can you let me write something different?"

This guy!

When talking crudely, casually calling people ’Mr. Zha,’ when trying to flatter, he knew how to be courteous.

"There’s no inside story."

Zheng Qing pursed his lips, skillfully pulling out a nightmare doll and stuffing it under the pillow, simultaneously placing the ’snake egg’ into the nightmare doll’s embrace, muttering: "I know what you want to ask. After I put that Yagneg skull on my head, I saw nothing, heard nothing... it just screamed. It has nothing to do with me!"

The Fat Wizard and Doctor exchanged glances, clearly holding reservations about Zheng Qing’s account.

"——Is there a possibility that Su Councilor tampered with it?" The Fat Wizard guessed wildly: "Her expression wasn’t quite right when you sat in that chair. She seemed opposed to you randomly using wild god descents for divination."

"Are you talking about Su Councilor’s avatar?" Xiao Xiao also dove into his bed, poking his head out upon hearing the sentence: "...could it be her mood was bad all night? I mean, just consider, if you secretly went to meet another girl without telling your fiancée, wouldn’t your fiancée be furious?"

Zheng Qing’s thoughts were already becoming blurred.

"I don’t have a fiancée..."

He mumbled, turning over. However, images from his stroll at Quanke Lai inevitably surfaced in his mind, a hint of melancholy surfaced in his heart, replaced by strands of secret delight, perhaps only in this half-dream state could he truly face his feelings.

Behind him, his two roommates’ night talk hadn’t ended, intermittently reaching his ears—

"...Speaking of which, do you think that Fishman Tribe old priest seemed a bit fawning in front of Su Councilor’s avatar? Last year, Sister Korma also entered the tent, I remember clearly, back then, the old fishman had a reserved attitude..."

"...A big wizard in the North District and a High Council Member of the Moon Council, they’re not the same concept at all. What’s strange about that? If that old fishman didn’t understand human etiquette and acted grand in front of the big wizard in Qingqiu, then it would be strange..."

"...When those ’cat faces’ barged in, I thought it was the wizards of Trident Sword. Only later did I realize they were from the school..."

"...It’s indeed easy to confuse. Normally, when the school’s assistant team performs tasks, they wear faceless masks. Cat faces are worn by Trident Sword teams..."

Little surprises—

Zheng Qing answered his two companions’ complaints with his last thought.

Room 403 gradually quieted down.

Except for the varying snores, no other sound could be heard. Moonlight poured through the window, slanting onto Zheng Qing’s bed, and more strips of moonlight slipped through the narrow gaps between curtains, spilling beside the youth’s pillow.

The nightmare doll beside the pillow lay motionless.

Yet the snake egg lying in its embrace gently swayed in the moonlight.

Crack.

The shell of the snake egg silently split open a small crack.