High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 139 - 139 63 Hangover Cure_1

139: Chapter 63 Hangover Cure_1 139: Chapter 63 Hangover Cure_1 Just as day was breaking, Zheng Qing was roused by a vigorous shake.

He squinted one eye and, in the dim light through the window, made out the blurred figure of Xiao Xiao.

“What?” he grumbled, rolling over, and burrowing deeper into his warm bedroll.

The remnants of last night’s revelry had yet to fade, the headache and bitter taste left by the hangover were significantly mitigated in his sleep.

He didn’t want to bother opening his eyes and face greater suffering in reality.

“Morning exercise, and you promised Jiang Yu a rendezvous at the library,” Xiao Xiao stirred something in his hand, chiming and tingling, said in a breezy tone: “You were the one last night before bed who asked me to find a way to wake you up.”

“I regret it.” Zheng Qing moaned languidly under the covers.

Xiao Xiao seemed completely oblivious to his sleep talking, and the object in his hand was stirring more vigorously.

“clang, clang, clang, clang.”

“Where…

are…

they…” Zheng Qing used his last bit of energy to ask listlessly.

In the fleeting moment of opening his eyes, he caught sight of Xin Fat Man’s bedroll already tossed open, and the vampire’s bed curtains were hanging high.

This kindled a smidgen of interest in him about the real world.

“I have no idea where Dylan went, he didn’t come back all night…

Xin Fat Man left angrily very early in the morning…

I guess he recalled the contract he signed last night.” Xiao Xiao’s droning voice merged with the clanging of the medicine pestle, forming a powerful alarm clock.

The mound of a bedroll on the six-pillar bed heaved rhythmically with breath, but the Zheng Qing hiding inside seemed utterly unaffected by this alarm clock.

However, the dormitory’s other sleeping occupant could no longer withstand the disturbance and finally got up.

Standing in front of the desk, Xiao Xiao was surrounded by rows of bottles and jars.

He grabbed pinches of herbs or supplements from these containers and tossed them into the mortar in his hand.

“Clink, clink.” The copper pestle clashed with the jade mortar, creating a grating clatter.

Fatty Cat TuanTuan, awoken by the noise, staggered over and sniffed the mortar, then “meowed” in disgust, turning to dart out to the balcony.

Outside the window, the sun had yet to rise.

Thin mist undulated evenly, rendering the softly glowing world as if through a soft focus lens, making it exceptionally delicate and lush.

But the vibrant world was not so gentle to Fatty Cat Tuantuan either.

The morning birds outside the window chattered and squabbled, like they were at a lively matchmaking event.

Which left the cat unable to find a single peaceful spot to catch up on sleep.

Tuantuan flicked its ears, glaring murderously at the flapping birds, warning them with its gaze to quiet down for a bit.

But no birds would concern themselves with a fat cat incapable of flight.

After glaring for a while, achieving nothing,

the fat cat had to sadly roll back into the dormitory, once again burying itself in Xin Fat Man’s bedroll.

This time, it made an effort to burrow in a little deeper.

Diagonally opposite, another bedroll began to wriggle.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven…” The bedroll writhed, creating larger bulges, muffled chants came from within.

Xiao Xiao cast a glance, sighed, and poured the crushed juice from the mortar into a white porcelain cup.

The dark green juice contrasted with the white porcelain, giving it a profound appearance.

“…Three, two, one!” The covers were abruptly thrown off, and Zheng Qing, with a bitter expression, squinted and climbed out of bed.

“When you meet Jiang Yu at the library, make sure you find out what happened last night… Fireworks and flashes of light were seen at Lin Zhong Lake in the middle of the night… It feels like something significant occurred.” Xiao Xiao expressionlessly passed the white porcelain cup to Zheng Qing, adding, “We also have a class meeting tonight… It’s the first one since school started, and we definitely cannot miss it.”

“First time, first time, everything’s the first time.” Yawning, Zheng Qing squinted at the suspicious-looking liquid in the cup and mumbled, “What is this stuff.”

The dark green juice smelled refreshingly of fresh grass, with a layer of tiny bubbles floating on top.

It looked like a freshly brewed cup of milk tea, not particularly alarming.

“A hangover remedy, a folk remedy to help alleviate the symptoms of a hangover.” Xiao Xiao shoved the cup into his hand and began to clean up the array of bottles and jars on the table.

The residue from the mortar was dumped into a paper bag.

Zheng Qing peered inside out of curiosity before retracting his head before Xiao Xiao scolded him.

He downed the juice from the cup in one gulp.

“So refreshing!” He smacked his lips, shievered a few times, and his eyes quickly cleared.

“Good stuff!” He added an approving comment.

Setting down the cup, he casually asked, “What’s the name of this medicine?

It seems to be quite effective.”

“No name, I just threw in some herbs and crushed them up.” Xiao Xiao, done washing the mortar, carelessly wiped his hands and replied nonchalantly, “I had a spark of inspiration while reading some historical tales this morning, so I concocted it on the fly… It would be a waste to throw it away, so I let you drink it.”

Zheng Qing stared, a single finger already probing towards his throat, and he shouted hoarsely, “I’m not a tree elf…

How dare you use people as guinea pigs…

It’s fatal!

This is pure revenge!

Pure revenge!”

Throughout the course of wizarding herbological history, tree elves have acted as test subjects for various herbs, hugely facilitating the advancement of magic potion studies.

Hence, in the eyes of wizards, the guinea pigs of new potions are commonly referred to as “tree elves”.

Zheng Qing was very interested in this history.

He continually wondered why the highly civilized wizarding world had not completely banned such ‘inhumane’ treatment of low-intelligence creatures.

Of course, he did not have the time to concern himself with the tree elves tested on for medications now.

His head had thoroughly cleared up, and his memories before his drunken stupor were becoming increasingly clear.

Before leaving the Wandering Bar last night, Xiao Xiao had been cruelly threatened by him.

It seemed that the threat was about making Watermelon Head ‘face the ground, exposing his backside’.

At the time, Zheng Qing was completely captivated by Elena’s looks.

Although momentary unease crept in, he quickly dismissed it from his mind.

Now, the shorty race’s retribution had arrived.

“What did you put in it?!” After dry-heaving for a while, Zheng Qing vomited nothing more than a pile of clear liquid.

He had no choice but to keep a stoic face and looked at Xiao Xiao pitifully, “Are you sure I don’t need some antidote?”

“Lemon slices, mint leaves, grapefruit oil, pseudoginseng, Chinese angelica, tangerine peel, green plum, hawthorn, osmanthus.” Xiao Xiao opened the recently filled bag of medicinal remnants, and pointed them out.

Hearing the names of these benign herbs, Zheng Qing’s heart gradually settled down, and the somewhat pallid complexion gradually returned to normal.

“Also, I used three dollars worth of Ice Silkworm Feces as a drug guide, and five ounces of child’s urine to adjust the juice.

The child urine is the most authentic, from Bai Cao Tang’s recent discount sale in the basement.

If you want to make some of your own, I still have several pounds left here.”

Zheng Qing’s face suddenly turned green.

From under the covers, Tuan Tuan peered out half of his head, let out a dry chuckle, and derisively looked around the cluttered dorm.

Then he snuggled back into his blankets, content to resume his meeting with the Duke of Zhou.

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