High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 192 - 116 Mr. Assistant Teacher_1

Chapter 192: Chapter 116 Mr. Assistant Teacher_1

The immortals of the wizarding world often mock the short-lived, generation after generation, always making the same mistakes.

This is like humans scoffing at the five-second memory of fish.

However, unlike those fish that truly only have a five-second memory, humans often tend to use memory to beautify the truth.

For example, the Duke of Zhou uses morality to mask the bloody memory of the Yin Ruins, transforms the history of cannibalism into horror tales in ChunQiu style of writing; or the resilience and pioneering spirit of the pioneers in America, who were actually ruffians, scum, and failures of the old world; or in Zheng Qing’s memory, the former private guard, Mr. Hilda, was a very reliable and reassuring figure.

But reality is always crueler than memory.

In Green Valley, on a wide stretch of grassland.

The freshmen of Jiuyou Academy Astronomy Class 08-1 and Alpha Academy Alchemy Class 08-1 watch in silence as a 12-year-old little witch interacts with the practical lesson teacher, speechless to each other.

"Sir, sir, why are there so many small braids on your head?" Li Meng, with a curious face, looked at the dirty braids on Hilda’s head and raised his hand to ask.

"Snow-like hair binds my thoughts", Hilda grieved, with a look of sorrow.

Zheng Qing shuddered, looking at the familiar yet alien face in shock, strenuously trying to link the reassuring figure in his memory with the clownish face before him.

"Then sir, why are there so many iron rings on your face and so many copper nails punched in?" Li Meng persisted, swinging his short arms and jumping to ask.

"Nailed doors lock my life and death," said Hilda, covering his face with his sleeve, his voice choked.

So what does a face have to do with a door or life and death, hey! Zheng Qing looked at the two play-acting characters in front of him with regret, suppressing his impulse to roar.

He turned around. Many students from Jiuyou Academy were still dumbfounded. In contrast, Xiao Xiao was emotionless and looked serious – of course, that was not surprising because Xiao Xiao always wore this serious expression in all teachers’ classrooms.

Opposite them, the Alpha freshmen in white robes didn’t seem to be affected by the scene at all. They could still watch the teacher with a composed, solemn expression, as if he was lecturing on profound magical knowledge.

No wonder many people say that Alpha is full of hypocrites. The crowd does not deceive me, Zheng Qing nodded in secret.

"Sir, why are you covering your face?" In the field, Li Meng was waving his arms with eyes full of questions.

"Of course it’s..." Hilda covered his face, his voice trail off.

"What?" Li Meng squeezed through the crowd, up to the young assistant’s side, trying to hear what he was saying.

"Ah!" The practical lesson teacher suddenly dropped his sleeve and put his face in front of Li Meng.

The pale, protruding eyes, like two peeled boiled eggs, were trapped outside Mr. Hilda’s eye sockets; the pupil the size of a needlepoint was randomly spinning on the eyeball, and the unevenly thick blood vessels sporadically hanging on the eyeball, added a bit of strangeness.

This face was a bit swollen, and the skin on his face seemed to be scalded by hot water, giving it a ragged kind of feeling.

Half of the nose was missing, leaving a large, abrupt black hole; the other half looked as though it had been smashed by a hammer, hanging precariously under the restriction of a few fragile muscles.

The pitch-black tongue hung half outside the lips, streaming with green mucus.

In short, this face could be the rightful ultimate BOSS in any horror movie.

"Ah!!!" Li Meng responded to the assistant’s action with a high pitched scream.

"Holy sh*t!!!" The freshmen standing in the front row were also startled by this surprise, rolling and crawling backward to dodge.

"Oh my God!!" Zheng Qing came out of his daze, as tens of thousands of alpacas raced through his heart.

Obviously, this weird-practical-class teacher, for some reason, suddenly wanted to scare everyone.

But this is a class, hey!

Zheng Qing rolled up his sleeves, forcibly suppressing the impulse to go up and beat him up. He knew that his current strength value could not suppress Mr. Assistant yet, and the only consequence of rushing up would be to be repressed.

If he had a textbook in his hand, he would definitely slam it hard on the ground.

The other freshmen who had recovered their strength came over in twos and threes, and a few physically strong boys started to size up Assistant Hilda not so kindly.

In the center of the field, the self-admiring Mr. assistant stood upright, spread his hands, shrugged, accidentally shook the eyeball out of the socket.

"This is your future!" Hilda raised his hand, forcefully pushing back out the eyeball that had fallen out of its socket, and yelled out in a high voice: "Poisoning! Blindness! Disfigurement! Loss of limbs!"

Four horrifying images appeared out of nowhere around the freshmen, rolling and displaying various tragic scenes.

When the projection disappeared, Assistant Hilda’s face had returned to normal.

The familiar, lost and wasted face with copper nails and iron rings reappeared in front of everyone.

Zheng Qing was surprised to find that he suddenly felt this face looked much more pleasing.

Hilda was swinging his arms and yelling:

"What you see, is the future that the wizards who hunt demons have to face!"

"This world is cruel!"

"You never know what situation you will face in the next moment."

"If you are not prepared, then please turn around and leave my classroom!"

"If you are prepared, then stand in line! Wait for the hunting song to ring!"

"Now," Mr. assistant opened his eyes wide, his gaze brushed over the nervous young faces: "tell me your choice!"

All the freshmen stood quietly in the line.

No one chose to leave.

Assistant Hilda nodded in satisfaction, smiling gently.

"Then, please invite our lovely student Li Meng to return to the line." Hilda casually waved his hand, opened the Law book in his hand, and said: "Arrange the formation again according to the grouping of the last class!"

The first practical class was held indoors.

At that time, the assistant teacher was very normal. Like other teachers, he just took attendance, familiarized himself with the faces of the two classes, listened to their self-introductions, and then divided the freshmen into groups.

According to his explanation in the last class, all arrangements and academic requirements of the practical course are completed on a group basis.

Hearing the teacher’s arrangement, the two freshman teams started to mingle, each person trying hard to find their partner.

"Li Meng?" Assistant Hilda glanced sideways at the young little witch standing blankly beside him, patted her shoulder, and said, "You can go back to the line."

"Uh!" Li Meng let out a hiccup, rolled his eyes, and fell to the ground stiffly.

The freshmen paused for a moment, then fell into a greater panic.

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