High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 210 - 134 Life is so Cruel_1

Chapter 210: Chapter 134 Life is so Cruel_1

Why are the corners of my eyes filled with tears, because my yawn is so deep.

At five in the afternoon, when Zheng Qing was awoken by a pre-set alarm, he squinted his eyes and involuntarily yawned again, this sentence inexplicably popped up in his mind.

Struggling for a while, he finally summoned the courage to leave the comfort of his blanket.

Blanket, I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you any more than I have to, but I can’t help it.

But life is always cruel like this.

Zheng Qing crawled out of his six-pillar bed, staggered to his desk, poured a cup of water from the tumbler, chugged it down in one breath, and finally regained his spirits.

He turned his head to look at the balcony.

Outside the window, the sun tilted to the west, painting the clouds hanging in the distance a crystal-clear glow. The warm orange light coming through the transparent glass, fell on the desk, giving off a very warm feel.

Fat Cat Tuan Tuan squints its eyes, embracing its paws, lying in the orange light, wagging its tail tip from time to time, looking very content.

Little elves scattered haphazardly all over Fat Cat’s fluffy body, wrapping themselves in their transparent wings, sound asleep.

Zheng Qing, holding his glass of water, smacked his lips.

The ancients say that association is stronger than benevolence. They were not kidding — these normally diligent elves under the influence of that ’Pig Cat’ have actually learned the art of luxuriously long afternoon naps.

"Our morals have really deteriorated," he shook his head and sighed.

Xiao Xiao, who was engrossed in his notebook next to him, grunted without even lifting his head.

Zheng Qing didn’t care about him.

Putting down the cup, he opened the drawer, looking at the blue-black letter paper, a silly smile surfaced on Zheng Qing’s mouth again.

"Will you ever stop..." Xin Fat Man— originally studying "Su Wen Xuanji Curse Disease Formula" in front of the desk, planning to develop treatments for bowl flower poison— suddenly heard the silence next to him, raised his head and saw Zheng Qing’s familiar foolish grin on his face, he couldn’t help but sighed deeply.

"I think there is a good chance that he has been drugged." Xiao Xiao, clutching his notebook, suddenly came up with such a sentence.

Xin Fat Man, stroking his bald chin, thought this theory to be pretty plausible.

"The only problem is," Fat Man cautiously raised a doubt: "Does a brilliant witch like Elena need to drug such a useless guy?"

Xiao Xiao was left speechless, and once again buried his head into his notebook.

Zheng Qing lifted his head proudly and turned a deaf ear to the sour comments from the two of them.

This is jealousy, he thought joyfully, over and over again, looking at that letter.

Elena eventually confirmed that she has time to attend Sunday afternoon’s tutoring. This gave Zheng Qing a sigh of relief.

On the one hand, before finally confirming, he could hardly believe that he could have a date with the beautiful Gypsy girl— in his mind, being together and chatting one-on-one counts as a date.

On the other hand, if he had to worry about patrol while tutoring her, Zheng Qing is not sure if he could devote his full attention. Although he had completely forgotten about this for a while when facing Elena, it does not mean that he doesn’t care about it.

On the contrary, because he wanted to be fully prepared before patrol, he got up several hours early to start getting ready."

Thinking about it, he yawned a long yawn.

Having had a rough sleep the night before, his afternoon nap was just bare consolation. If it weren’t for the night patrol, he might have slept all the way till the weekend.

Weekend, which is tomorrow.

The moment his thoughts drifted to tomorrow, all kinds of thoughts started flowing and couldn’t stop anymore.

On Sunday afternoon, tutor her, have dinner with her after tutoring, and then the two of them go to the class’s weekend routine meeting together. As Zheng Qing daydreamed, while visualizing various conversations between the two, he was completely oblivious to the passage of time.

"If you don’t want to cry when you see the Fishman tonight, then don’t keep standing there giggling." Xiao Xiao finally couldn’t resist, and used the long pole of the writing brush to fiercely poke Zheng Qing.

"Ouch!" Zheng Qing cried out, shot a disgruntled look at Watermelon Head, and reluctantly put away the letter.

Life is always this cruel and never lets people finish their dreams.

He folded the letter carefully, stuffed it deep into the drawer, took out a light red piece of paper from the corner of the drawer.

This was a disciplinary task notification issued by the School Committee. It was handed out not too long ago when a few young wizards who caused trouble collectively went to the first office of the School Committee to receive their punishment.

Originally, according to the notification, these types of punitive tasks didn’t have a fixed time, and it just required taking out one evening a week to participate in the Lin Zhong Lake patrol from one to four in the early morning.

However, Zheng Qing thought it over and realized that the patrol time was a real trap.

Firstly, weekdays from Monday to Friday should be excluded. If you don’t want your grades to be deducted in class the next day, you should not stay up all night the day before.

Then Sunday evening doesn’t work either, for the same reason. The patrol time is from one to four in the early morning. Participating on Sunday evening could result in the possibility of being selected to interact with the huge gorilla on the podium in the Monday morning’s curse class.

Thinking of the silver-backed gorilla with its scarred face, Zheng Qing immediately ruled out this option.

There were only Friday and Saturday evenings left to choose from.

If the practical class wasn’t on Friday afternoon, then Zheng Qing would definitely choose Friday night.

But there are no ifs in life.

The Friday afternoon practical class took quite a toll on these young wizards. After having dinner, Zheng Qing went back to the dorm and fell asleep right away. Even though he had numerous nightmares, the sleeping Bug overwhelmingly took control of him.

In addition to Zheng Qing, Lin Guo, the genius young boy from Alpha Academy, also was participating in the evening’s disciplinary patrol.

Since the two knew each other, for better support, Lin Guo also chose the same time as him.

Fishmen, ghosts, fleeing beasts, and even traces of Dragon Beasts.

Each of these campus legends greatly sensationalizes the dangers of the night.

Even though Zheng Qing didn’t really believe that there were indeed so many monsters in the academy, since there was potential danger, he naturally intended to be fully prepared.

Law book, talisman, amulet.

After rummaging in the grey bag for a while, and placing everything that could be useful on the table, Zheng Qing began to worry.

The law book is indeed an essential accessory for wizards.

For Zheng Qing, however, the only spell transcribed in this new law book was Zhītiān Xī’. As a type of binding magic, this spell is very versatile, it is useful for binding to Whipberry, and can even protect. It can be said to be capable of both offensive and defensive actions.

But that’s all.

But this spell cannot provide light, pave roads, heal injuries, or help Zheng Qing send messages to other wizards.

This immediately limits its usefulness for midnight patrol.

Zheng Qing sighed, moving the law book to one side.

He ideally wouldn’t want to deal with every situation by just throwing a bunch of vine strips over there; that would make him look rather foolish.