High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 515 - 184 Classmate, your incident has occurred _1

Chapter 515: Chapter 184 Classmate, your incident has occurred _1

"In divination, the most subtle part is the speculation of the human heart."

"Any slight change in a person’s thoughts can cause enormous and different consequences after being relayed through several layers... This is variable, the most fascinating part of divination, and the puzzle that every diviner strives to solve."

"If time is the most powerful and authoritative manifestation of magic, then the human heart is the most mystical and exquisite part of magic."

On the podium, Professor Yi was burning a cluster of dead leaves with a small flame, letting everyone meticulously record the status and thickness of the rising smoke, while he was describing the divination magic in his eyes to the new students in a singing-like chant.

In the past, Zheng Qing loved these kinds of motivational snippets.

He would always tirelessly transcribe these sentences from the professors, recording them on the title page of the textbook, the interleaf of the notebook, and even on some blank bookmark pages.

But today, he didn’t have that kind of spirit.

Due to insomnia last night, the young scholarship student was now drowsy, and the soft voice of the professor on the podium seemed to be drifting from the distant horizon, dreamlike, hard to distinguish between real and illusion.

His eyelids were too heavy, as if someone had smeared a thick layer of glue on them. Every time he forcibly opened his eyelids, they would close again under the sticky glue.

In his daze, Zheng Qing even reached his hand behind his ear, trying to catch an imaginary sleeping insect.

Of course, other than a sore ear from scratching, he caught nothing.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

There seemed to be a faint knock at the door from afar.

Is he dreaming? The young scholarship student asked himself at the bottom of his heart.

He must be. He immediately responded to himself - mind you, it was class time now. Specifically, for divination, a course with a particular emphasis on secrecy and safety, the demands are even stricter in the teaching environment.

Few would presume to interrupt during the professors’ class time.

You must know that the professors at the top university were almost all senior registered wizards, and there were even a few grand wizards! To offend them, it’s not something that can be resolved by just puffing the beard and glaring the eyes.

As Zheng Qing was in a daze and answering his own questions, various messy thoughts in his mind whisked past like a cyclone, so much so that he didn’t notice the slight perturbation in the atmosphere around him.

Apart from the scholarship student’s consciousness, inside Classroom 1001 East, the students of Astronomy Class 08-1 who were attending the divination class, unlike their scholarship student, didn’t have that many doubts about the ’dong dong dong’ knocking sound.

Because it was the fact.

Someone was indeed standing outside the classroom, knocking on the door.

The small flame on the dead leaves in Professor Yi’s hand slightly flickered and nearly went out. The rising smoke was also shaking along with the flickering flame.

The professor snorted in dissatisfaction, and threw the wasted burned leaves into the nearby trash can.

The little tool-carrying Elves sitting on the edge of the blackboard immediately rushed up with a damp cloth, extinguishing the still smoking leaves in the bin with all their might.

The classroom was quiet, everyone’s gaze was hovering between the classroom door and the professor’s face, but the sound of the little Elves extinguishing the fire echoed in everyone’s ears.

Professor Yi’s eyebrows were furrowed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly drooping, which made him look a bit unhappy.

But he still maintained his demeanor well.

"Open the door." the divination professor murmured.

"At your command!" The stick figure behind the door raised one of its line-drawn arms to salute, standing at attention - compared to the stick figure behind the door of Classroom 601 East, this stick figure seemed to have a happier life.

Because an author named MAY carelessly drew a dog in the blank space of the paper.

Although the dog didn’t have a mouth drawed, making it unable to bark, having a playmate was evidently more comforting than being alone on the paper.

The classroom door was slowly opened amidst creaking noises.

A young witch, with a stern face, dressed in a black long dress and a white apron with ruffled edges, stood at the door.

"Excuse me, professor." The young witch bowed with precision, but spoke decisively, "May I ask if Zheng Qing is in this classroom?"

Continued silence filled the classroom.

However, following a soft rustling sound, all the students’ eyes involuntarily turned toward the back of the classroom, looking at the young recipient of the public-funded student seated in the corner.

...

As a child, Zheng Qing often had unrealistic daydreams.

While sitting in class, he once fantasized the class flower named Huan Huan from the next class knocking on the classroom door, and in everyone’s presence, using her oriole-like clear and melodious voice to look for him, saying she had something personal to talk about — he often imagined people’s reactions: shocked, admired, jealous, curious, etc., any kind of unusual gaze made him feel satisfied in his imagination.

This daydream was similar to Cinderella dreaming about the prince coming to marry her riding a rainbow colored cloud. Although there were slight differences in the subject, the nature was the same.

But dreams were after all dreams.

Throughout his primary and middle school years, that girl never knocked on the door of his classroom, even avoiding him on the street, let alone speaking to him in public.

Upon reaching adulthood, he, who should have been past the age of dreaming, involuntarily entered an even more fantastical world, so those little thoughts from a long time ago ended up buried deep within his memory.

When the knocking sound came from outside the classroom door, perhaps due to sheer coincidence, Zheng Qing unconsciously remembered the daydream he had as a child.

Not until Xiao Xiao beside him jabbed him awake with a brush handle did the young public student raise his head in a daze, a sense of absurdity still lingering deep within his heart.

"Excuse me, I’m looking for Zheng Qing." The young witch stood at the doorway of the classroom, repeating her request.

Upon seeing the witch’s attire, Professor Yi’s original displeased expression promptly disappeared, replaced by raised eyebrows and a somewhat surprised look.

"Is there something wrong?" The professor tilted his head, his tone extremely gentle.

"I have some personal matters that need to be discussed with Zheng Qing." The witch responded politely, but anyone in the classroom could sense a hint of suppressed anger in her tone.

Zheng Qing rubbed his tired eyelids and quietly pinched the base of his thumb.

The clear sense of pain told him that he was not dreaming.

He couldn’t help but gasp for breath.

"Tsk tsk," the plump Xin sitting in front of him turned around, a smirk that was either pity or jealousy on his face, and maliciously hummed, "What to do... Brother Qing, just follow her... your trouble has come!"

"What trouble of mine!" The public student muttered, still completely confused.

"What else could it be! You impregnate someone and then abandon her..."

Zheng Qing immediately widened his eyes: "Damn it! Xin, I warn you, you can eat sloppily, but watch your words..."

Before he could finish, Professor Yi on the podium beckoned him.

The young public student could only stuff the heap of rebuttals he had prepared for Xin back into his stomach.

"Zheng Qing? Zheng Qing... someone is looking for you." The professor smiled, looking at him, "It’s a good opportunity to go out and get some fresh air, don’t sleep in the classroom, it’s bad for your health because the air in the classroom isn’t circulating... I’ll review the rest of today’s lesson with you tonight."

Zheng Qing smiled awkwardly, his ears blushing a bit.

As a model student, being caught sleeping in class was definitely not something to be proud of.

Luckily he could now escape from this embarrassing atmosphere — with confusion and curiosity, under the curious gazes of a classroom full of students, he followed that young witch and left the classroom.

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