High School of Demon Hunting

Based on meat buns, tea eggs, and soy milk alone, it was evidently impossible to satisfy two insatiable souls.

Zheng Qing had no choice but to make an extra trip to the pedestrian street on this Friday morning, buying Xin Fat Man the latest summer dessert set from Meow Meow Dessert Shop—thanks to Li Meng’s strong recommendation, this shop had become very famous in Astronomy Class 08-1—and at the same time, he bought Doctor Xiao a brand-new set of crystal ball maintenance tools from Green Grocery.

"This is not bribery, really!"

When stuffing these items into his two companions’ arms, the young assistant was sincere and earnest: "—just a simple gesture of goodwill... a little thought to keep you from being troubled by rumors, so you can focus on your interests."

The Fat Wizard happily accepted the gift box that seemed to emit fragrance from inside out.

"I didn’t extort this from you!" he emphasized.

"Absolutely not!" Zheng Qing swore, raising three fingers: "Just some desserts, always wanted to treat you... Do you want some roasted chicken? I’ll buy it for you tonight?"

"Hmm."

The Fat Wizard licked his lips, somewhat tempted: "Then... much appreciated? Ugh, waking up too fast this morning, got tinnitus, can’t hear anything, probably blood deficiency, really need some nourishment..."

This was very much in line.

But seeing his rosy cheeks and radiant look, Zheng Qing couldn’t help but roll his eyes internally, thinking if a fat guy looking like this was blood deficient, then every single wizard in the entire Alliance, let alone the First University, would be considered blood deficient.

In comparison, Doctor Xiao’s behavior was much more reserved.

"I won’t ask you about your personal affairs anymore, just make sure you have a plan in mind, and don’t get too carried away." He appeared mature and steady, glasses perched on the tip of his nose, carefully applying oil to the crystal ball with a new velvet cloth: "As for this, you’ve already bought it... although it’s a bit early, let’s consider it a gift for Dragon Boat Festival."

Zheng Qing naturally filtered out the ’nonsense’ before the doctor’s words.

He did, however, pause at the last sentence.

Upon calculating, he realized today was already June 4th, and in ten days or so, it would be the Dragon Boat Festival—fortunately, the doctor didn’t take this gift to be a Father’s Day (which is the same week as Dragon Boat Festival) gift, which was considered a kind attitude—and the week after Dragon Boat Festival would be the last week of the semester.

Considering today is already Friday, by full calculation, he only had two weeks of class time left at the First University, over sixty classes.

The long-awaited graduation seemed like an out-of-control mud truck that suddenly crashed into him, looming close by.

It left Zheng Qing suddenly at a loss.

"—In short," came the nonchalant conclusion from Doctor Xiao in his ear: "Streaking is a trivial matter...."

"That’s a trivial matter! Then what is a big deal?" The Fat Wizard, struggling to suppress the urge to open the dessert box, asked curiously while swallowing.

"If someone sees you, that’s a big deal!" Doctor Xiao didn’t move his head; he just rolled his eyes upward, glancing at Zheng Qing over his glasses, his hands never stopping the work: "—so, keep your head down, yes, just keep it down for a while..."

Trusting the doctor, Zheng Qing obediently lowered his head, but until his neck was sore, he didn’t hear any further instructions, finally could not help but lift it.

"Then what?"

"...What then?"

"I lowered my head, then what?"

"I got it!"

Next to him, the Fat Wizard clapped his hands, suddenly realizing: "The doctor wants you to learn to bow your head! Whether in front of Su Councilor, Jiang class leader, or anyone who’s seen you naked, or those who have your streaking dirt, you must learn to bow your head!"

Zheng Qing was speechless, a black line crossing his face.

He felt the doctor wouldn’t be so shallow.

Sure enough.

Doctor Xiao expressionlessly adjusted his glasses, explaining his reason: "—It’s not that complicated. Just simply make him lower his head, control his impulses... How could he have gone crazy and streaked in front of another witch without losing his mind?"

Zheng Qing suddenly felt the fat man’s explanation was much friendlier.

...

...

Just as Zheng Qing thought the ’streaking’ incident was over.

Friday afternoon.

The practical class was not yet over.

It was still the same Northern District Witch who blocked the door yesterday—Zheng Qing clearly remembered her name was Katherine—and it was still around the same time as yesterday. This time, she directly entered the ’Green Valley’ where the students were having classes, interrupting Hilda’s lecture.

"Sorry, sir, the Great Sage of the Northern District sent me to invite Zheng Qing."

She stood in front of Hilda like a proud little hen.

Her crisp and melodious voice echoed far in the open Green Valley, not only attracting the students of Jiuyou, but also the white-robed students of Alpha, who cast their eyes towards the famous ’Young Master of Green Hills’, either with envy, curiosity, or full of speculation, whispering among themselves, imagining someone must have done something outrageous again.

Zheng Qing’s face turned a bit pale.

Jiang Yu slightly puffed her cheeks—yesterday Zheng Qing was called by Korma, and the Black Gem Cat hadn’t gone to the Cat Fruit Tree last night, even though today Zheng Qing had explained these matters were related to the Edge Academy project, she still felt a tinge of dissatisfaction.

This feeling was out of character for her usual mentality.

Her intuition told her there must be something she didn’t know.

Hilda didn’t immediately respond to Katherine’s request, nor did he directly refuse it, instead, he whispered a few phrases with his hand to his mouth. Soon, a small green fireball appeared out of thin air, transforming into a small green bird, which chirped into his ear.

"Zheng Qing?" The practical class teacher beckoned to someone.

Zheng Qing, lifting his robe and bowing his head, hurried on, ignoring the buzzing around him.

"I also received formal notification here." Hilda placed a hand on the young man’s shoulder, patting it: "In any case, pay attention to safety, if anything happens... you know."

Zheng Qing knew he referred to the guard squad hidden in the shadows.

He hesitated for a moment.

"Is there anything that can’t wait until after class?" He tried to struggle.

The North District Witch, like a robot, repeated the words she had said last time, word for word: "—The Great Sage asked you to set off as soon as possible."

Zheng Qing sighed, looking back over his shoulder.

Zhang Ji Xin was daydreaming, Xiao Xiao was rubbing his crystal ball, Jiang Yu gave him the back of her head, seemingly talking to Li Meng, among everyone, only Xin Fat Man waved goodbye to him in the crowd.

This made him feel touched.

But this feeling of emotion lasted only half a second.

Because Zheng Qing quickly realized that the purpose of the fat man winking and making faces was to silently remind him with his mouth to ’absolutely not streak again’ with such nonsense.