High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 270 - 194: The Third Weekend_1

Chapter 270: Chapter 194: The Third Weekend_1

With a violent jolt, a piercing scream rang in Zheng Qing’s ears.

He squinted, using the slight light filtering through his eyelids, trying to discern the blurry figure in his sight.

Short stature, watermelon head.

It was Xiao Xiao.

"What the hell are you doing!" Zheng Qing mumbled, grabbing the blanket around his waist, attempting to cover his head again.

After being caught and conscripted by the campus workforce yesterday, they worked from noon until late into the night. He originally thought he could skip the early morning patrol, only to have the ruthless old supervisor wave his cane and force a group of weary students to follow the normal patrol route for a full circle.

Zheng Qing didn’t even know how he got back to the dormitory.

The only impressions left in his mind were the dark forest, the gurgling lake, the incessant buzzing of insects, and his aching, heavy legs and feet.

Even in his dreams, these annoying things did not disappear.

They just changed forms and continued to torment Zheng Qing under the guise of nightmares.

All night long, Zheng Qing carried a heavy backpack, hunching over, trudging through the ankle-deep mud.

He didn’t know where he came from or where he wanted to go.

He only knew that he had to keep moving forward.

Continuously moving forward.

In the end, he felt never-ending.

Even knowing he was in a dream, Zheng Qing couldn’t help but swear.

This was too much!

On Monday morning, he must find Professor Li and ask for some sleeping pills. Zheng Qing vowed maliciously as he trudged through the mud pond.

If not, he would not need the elves to create chaos; he would probably die early from nervous exhaustion.

This way, Zheng Qing walked in his dream for who knows how long. He was already in a semi-conscious state from walking. By the time he felt a bit rested, the day had already dawned.

Xiao Xiao, that jerk, kept chattering in his ear, making it impossible for him to fall asleep peacefully.

"Quack...Puff...Squeak..."

The sharp, weird, and persistent hissing sounds, like a leaky steam boiler, echoed continuously in Zheng Qing’s ears.

Half-opened his eyes, he struggled to sit up.

Zheng Qing felt like his eyelids had been scalded by hot water; they were burning hot and sour.

A surge of frustration accumulated in his chest, ready to burst at any moment, incinerating the short boy to ashes.

"You’d better have a good reason." He mumbled in a muffled voice, blinking hard, squeezing out a string of hot tears.

His vision immediately became much clearer.

Xiao Xiao stood in front of him, holding a green frog, squeezing its belly hard.

The frog’s eyes bulged, its short legs kicked the air hard, its mouth almost flipped to the back of its head, and a sharp, piercing scream came from its throat.

"Quack! Quack... croak... quack!"

"Where did you get this freak!"

With a hint of morning grumpiness, Zheng Qing viciously grabbed the frog and squeezed it hard.

"Splat!"

The frog melted into a pile of mush, slipping out from between his fingers.

"The latest product from the Huck Brothers’ Clock Shop, an alarm clock that allegedly never needs winding up again, listed market price one silver horn and eight bronze coins." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, "Add my mental distress compensation and lost work cost, it will be two silver horns."

"You’d better have a good reason," Zheng Qing repeated his earlier statement, rubbing at his own eyelid, feeling as if his entire face was swollen, "or else, I’m not sure if you’ll end up like that mushy frog."

Simply unforgivable, he took deep calming breaths.

Yet Doctor Xiao’s few sentences had completely deflated his previously built-up momentum.

"This paper crane is yours, right!" Xiao Xiao raised his index finger, at the tip was a blue paper crane with droopy wings feebly resting on it, "When it couldn’t wake you up, it bothered me... It made it impossible for me to write."

Zheng Qing came abruptly to his senses.

He took the paper crane, aggressively tearing it apart, looking at the familiar handwriting on the letter paper, becoming even more awake.

"Looks like it has returned without result," Doctor Xiao’s face bore an odd smile, adding, "Again."

Zheng Qing ignored him.

"How odd!" Muttering to himself, he stared at the letter paper, flipping through it, scrutinizing the rune spell written on the edge of the letter paper, completely confounded, "Why couldn’t it be found?"

The paper crane was his messenger for Elena.

Since Sunday, which was today at three o’clock in the afternoon, he had a student council interview at the first university, the time conflicted with his tutoring appointment with Elena. Therefore, Zheng Qing expressed his sincere apology and hoped that this week’s tutoring could be rescheduled. In the letter, he even proposed that they could schedule another time after the usual lessons next Sunday to make up for this weekend’s lesson.

However, from Saturday morning until now, Sunday afternoon.

All the dozens of paper cranes Zheng Qing sent out returned without success.

Not a single one delivered his letter to Elena.

It was already twelve o’clock on Sunday noon, less than two hours from the time he had agreed with Elena. And he definitely couldn’t go to the student council interview right on time, he needed to arrive early.

"Could she be angry?" Zheng Qing anxiously flipped through his letter, glancing up at Xiao Xiao.

"Angry?" Xiao Xiao looked up in surprise, repeated this word, shaking his head, "To be angry, she would at least need to know why... She didn’t even receive the paper crane, let alone open the letter, she doesn’t even know you were going to cancel today’s tutoring, why would she be angry?"

Zheng Qing snapped out of it immediately, realizing that his anxiety had confused him.

"This is neither scientific nor magical..." He held up the letter paper in his hand.

In the sunlight, the blue letter shimmered with a faint halo, appearing soft and delicate.

"Why can’t the paper crane find her?" Zheng Qing put down the letter paper and looked at Xiao Xiao again.

"There are many possibilities." Doctor Xiao, true to his nickname, effortlessly proposed several answers, "Maybe she’s in some enclosed secret place, or maybe she’s outside the school grounds - perhaps while we are talking, she’s gleefully chopping up monster cubs deep within the Silent Forest... Otherwise, even wizards who have used transfiguration, the paper crane can accurately find them."

"Could she have encountered some danger!" Thinking about the Sand Hours scattered around the campus, Zheng Qing immediately became restless, "Should we report to the school? Do you know how to get into the girls’ dormitory? Shall we go together and look for her?"

"This is the First University, enveloped by the safest Guardian Array in the entire wizarding world, no single wizard could disappear silently under this protection... Perhaps the Gypsy witches are just performing some mysterious ritual, during which they are prohibited from contacting the outside world."

"Also, she’s a transfer student, an envoy of the Gypsy witches," Xiao Xiao thought for a moment, adding, "They don’t live in the girls’ dormitory... Exchange students have their own separate dormitory area, cafeteria, social circle."

"So, I suggest you wait until Old Yao’s magic spell class on Monday to apologize to her."

Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment, finally deciding to go to the library first.

The tutoring time he arranged with Elena was at two o’clock in the afternoon.

If she still hadn’t appeared by two o’clock, he would leave the letter on the library desk.

However, until two-thirty, the charming aroma had not appeared in the library.

Zheng Qing looked at his pocket watch, knowing that he couldn’t continue to wait.

There were only half an hour left before the student council interviews began, he had to get to the No. 11 pavilion.

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