High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 233 - 157: Dormitory Seminar_1

Chapter 233: Chapter 157: Dormitory Seminar_1

Of course, even the thickest shadows are just meekly hiding deep in the sunlight.

No matter how many disturbing signs appear in the campus, they remain just signs.

Life still goes on.

Dreams are as deep as ever.

After patrolling on Saturday night, Zheng Qing went back to his dorm and immediately fell asleep.

In his dreams, he could hear the burbling sound of water in Lin Zhong Lake, a low meowing of a cat in some place he could not see, interpolated by a sizzling noise like a broken radio.

The mixture of these sounds, ebbing and flowing, left Zheng Qing sleeping in restlessness.

Until he opened his eyes, it was as if the sounds from the dream were still echoing in his ears.

The sun outside the window was shining brilliantly.

It was already past noon.

Zheng Qing squinted in confusion, feeling a throbbing pain in his forehead, he couldn’t help but rub his scalp vigorously.

This made him feel somewhat uneasy.

Seemly his imperfect sleep from the night before had triggered a long-dormant illness in his body.

Since starting his calligraphy practice with Mr. Wu, Zheng Qing’s episodes of headaches had been infrequent. The only time he had a flare-up in recent years was on the chartered plane to First University, attacked by a female demon who snuck into the cabin, and Zheng Qing had a brief headache.

Perhaps it was just the after-effects of that headache.

Or perhaps because the magic fluctuations in the campus of First University are quite complex.

Zheng Qing uneasily noticed that his recent dreams have been growing increasingly strange, and the throbbing headache seemed to be following its lead.

This was not a good sign.

"Awake?" Xiao Xiao’s lazy voice echoed from beneath the window: "If you are awake, get up, wash up, and hurry to eat... There’s a special offer today on crispy onion soup, with roasted cassava and moussaka for the main dish. Fat Xin even specially got two small cucumbers from the canteen lady. I promise you’d be satisfied."

Listening to the crinkling of the paper bag, Zheng Qing couldn’t help but swallow.

He tried to raise his arm, intending to sit up.

But this attempt quickly failed.

The after-effects of last night’s patrol seemed to have resulted in every muscle in his body feeling as if it had melted and sluggish, making him feel powerless.

Normally, sleeping would be the perfect remedy for this condition.

But due to an important appointment at two in the afternoon, Zheng Qing had no choice but to grit his teeth and climb out of his comfortable bed.

The curtains on the balcony were wide open, and the dorm was filled with abundant sunlight.

The fat cat was lazily sprawled out, taking up half of the desk, basking in the autumn sunlight. It squinted its eyes, indifferent to the little elves crawling all over its body, as if it was a soft pillow.

Only the occasional twitch of its whiskers and the flicker of its ears proved it was a living creature.

The little elves seemed especially energetic in the warm sunlight.

They chirped joyfully, flapping their wings, flying all over the corners of the dorm.

Not long after finishing the morning lessons yesterday, Zheng Qing had once taken the little ones to Beta Town for a recheck with Doctor Du Zemu. The results of the examinations were beyond the doctor’s expectations, the Residual Spirit Powder was performing excellently.

"They can hold out for another week." The doctor assured him patting on his chest as he ushered him out the door, "It appears that the materials we used last time were quite sufficient... the situation is much better than we had anticipated."

Now, the listless owner, looking at the little elves in good conditions, had his spirits lifted instantly – it even seemed to breathe a little strength back into him.

"I heard they set off fireworks at Lin Zhong Lake again last night?" Xiao Xiao asked, flipping through her black notebook, his question came nonchalantly while Zheng Qing was wolfing down his brunch.

Xin Fat Man, who had originally been hiding on the bed sneakily, who knew doing what, perked up at Xiao Xiao’s question, hurriedly crawling off the bed to squeeze next to the desk.

Fatty Cat felt the warm sunlight being blocked significantly.

He squinted his eyes, lazily yawning, licking his nose, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

Xin Fat Man, very thoughtfully, shifted aside to make way for his pet.

Xiao Xiao, who got squished on the other side, frowned and adjusted his glasses discontentedly.

"Bahahjgklman, ah big hoebha cook." Zheng Qing’s mouth was stuffed with roasted Cassava, he spoke unclearly, gesticulating wildly.

"Swallow your food before you speak." Xiao Xiao gave him a disgusted look.

Xin Fat Man handed him a cup of water with eager anticipation.

"I mean, there weren’t just fireworks, but a whole lot of bugs!" Zheng Qing struggled to swallow what was in his mouth, disregarding that tears welled up in his eyes from choking, he held aloft the utensil in his hand, enthusiastically recounting the abigail night of patrol.

Beginning with the gathering in front of Lin Zhong Lake Pier, Zheng Qing spoke about Lin Guo’s peculiar concept of time, about the delicacy in the boy’s bag, about the new Red Chain Snakes on the lakeside, about the patrol team’s mysterious lanterns and wooden staff.

Of course, he emphasized two occurrences.

One was about the ’evil’ trading going on in the deep, forested lakeside between the black-robed veteran and fishmen from the lake floor. The other was about a kappa by the lake that was half-eaten by carrion beetles, completely desiccated.

Xin Fat Man listened, eyes gleaming, thumping his chest and stamping his feet, continuously wailing about why he wasn’t the one on patrol duty.

"What do you guys think of Sepulano’s suggestion?" After recounting the ’evil’ trades in the Lakeside forest, Zheng Qing paused, looking at his roommates: "Although I did agree to participate in the newbie competition he suggested, I really don’t know anything about this stuff... And I don’t understand why he made that suggestion."

"If you don’t understand something, then learn it. We came to university to learn." Xiao Xiao didn’t care about the details, but was more interested in the motives of the deputy chairman of the student council: "Why he suggested this... My guess is, he probably started it."

"Started?" Zheng Qing looked blank."

Being a well-behaved student, he was completely unfamiliar with such gambling terms.

"If you meet his requirements, he will get a generous return from this gambling game... enough to make up for his feelings of losing his brother." Xin Fat Man always had an agile mind when he wasn’t petting the cat: "According to what you said, he was trading with those smelly fishmen in the woods for some trash, it seems, he’s quite short of money."

"Everyone needs money." Zheng Qing sat, knife and fork in hand, vacantly looking at the fat man in front of him, his tone somewhat flippant: "If you think those things at the bottom of the lake are just trash... Please give me a few tons of it... I don’t mind the dirt... or the smell."

Xin Fat Man laughed it off, quickly diverting the topic, resuming his analysis: "Of course, besides the profits... If you become the champion of this year’s Moon Hunting Newbie Competition, it means the school will pay more attention... and even a higher ranking in Small Arcana."

"Making you an ally rather than a foe, that would be a wise choice." Xiao Xiao sipped water, adding on.

Zheng Qing shrugged, spreading sauce and salad onto the bread in front of him while bringing up another matter: "Then what do you think the creature that harmed the Kappa was?"

"A bug."

"A bug!"

Both Xin Fat Man and Xiao Xiao had simultaneously uttered the same answer.

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