High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 710 - 58 Return_1

Chapter 710: Chapter 58 Return_1

According to Zheng Qing’s thinking, if the hunting team only trained during the whole winter and did not participate in any hunting games, there would be no need to buy a set of Dragon Scale Hunting Gear for everyone―he had always knew little about dressing up. From childhood to adulthood, he had worn school uniforms year after year and had little knowledge of this kind of ’image building’.

But once he entered the university, his experience from primary and secondary schools gradually became irrelevant.

Moreover, his understanding of the specifics of the hunting game was obviously insufficient.

"There are! In a while, there will be hunting games." Xin Fat Man turned his head and stepped forward quickly when he heard his captain’s opinion. He interrupted with a face full of excitement: "At the end of December every year, around the winter solstice and before Christmas, the University has a traditional ’Winter Hunt’."

"The main hunting area of the Winter Hunt is around the Silent Forest and along the banks of the Silent River that flows around the university. The goal is to eliminate the monsters that sneak out from the depths of the forest to feed. Such as members of the Yi Tribe, the Anfeisbina, the Star Ape, the Silent Birds, etc...."

"If you’re lucky, you may catch a couple of frozen Silent Birds, or retrieve some down from a tree hole." Zhang Ji Xin smacked his lips, his face full of nostalgia: "My brother participated in the Winter Hunt last year, and then brought some down back for my cousin, which made the girl very happy."

"If you’re unlucky, you might encounter Night Qi." Xiao Xiao’s voice suddenly sounded on the side, making everyone shudder: "As far as I know, there are so many unlucky creatures in the Silent Forest, you definitely won’t want to participate in this kind of activity."

Zheng Qing was initially intrigued by the introductions of Xin Fat Man and the elder, but the injection of cold water from the scholar immediately woke him up—he immediately realized that he was now in a Wizard University. In this world, phrases like ’bad luck’ and ’curse’ which he used to not take seriously, are indeed real.

Seeing that their captain was having second thoughts, Xin Fat Man frowned and immediately opted for a strategic retreat.

"Of course, not all hunting teams are eligible to participate in the ’Winter Hunt’. The school, in principle, only accepts formal hunting teams registered for the games.... But, if an informal hunting team is ’exceptionally outstanding,’ there is a definite possibility of receiving an invitation. This is why I say Absolution has a chance to participate in this hunting game."

"Being the first in the New Students’ Games definitely falls into the criteria of being exceptionally outstanding." Zhang Ji Xin firmly backed him.

"I hope so." The young cost student, who seemed to lack the vitality and energy usually associated with his age, shrugged indifferently and looked at his two proactive companions: "As long as we don’t trap mice in the forest. As for the qualification for the ’Winter Hunt’...or rather, whether we participate, I’ll leave it to you two."

"If you really want to participate in the Winter Hunt, you need to provide a strong justification and convince everyone at the team meeting—not just me..."

Just as he finished speaking, the stick figure on the back of the door screamed: "Class is starting! Class is starting!"

"You rascals, sit down quickly!"

"Shut your mouths! The professor is here!!"

"Everyone sit down quickly..."

Xin Fat Man turned his head back and looked at the stick figure in surprise: "Why is it screaming again...hasn’t it been quiet for a while?"

No one answered his doubts.

In fact, all of the young students in classroom 601 had the same perplexion. Since the professors became busy with other things and left teaching to substitute teachers, the classroom discipline had noticeably declined—accordingly, the stick figures used for reminders before class didn’t seem as prominent.

Speaking colloquially, the stick figures posted on the back of the classroom door had been ’semi-unemployed’ for almost half a month.

But soon, everyone’s doubts were dispelled.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, the classroom door was forcefully opened from the outside.

A long-lost tall figure strode into the room from outside, carrying a winter chill, freezing the young wizards’ hearts.

"Damn!" Xin Fat Man blinked his eyes, didn’t react for a moment and groaned in a low voice: "What is going on..."

"What’s going on?" The tall figure on the podium seemed to have heard Xin Fat Man’s mumble. He looked around with a smile and eventually his gaze fell onto Xin Fat Man: "This is the situation... I heard you guys have been having a great time recently. Your substitute teacher, Mr. Zhang, said that class discussions have been very lively and the completion rate of homework is promising."

"Considering that we are still a school and that studying is the most important part of school, after serious discussions with the deputy principal and the deans —including me— and given that the current situation has eased, from this week onwards, your previous professors will gradually return to the classroom."

"If nothing unexpected happens, from now until the end of the learning term, I will be teaching you Magic Spells again."

"Oh, also Philosophy of Magic."

Professor Yao leaned on the podium, slightly bending his body forward. In his chest pocket was a red smoking pipe, puffing out wisps of green smoke—a completely familiar yet unfamiliar scene.

The students seemed not to have woken up from the sudden shocking news. They all looked at the professor dumbfounded without saying anything or expressing ’their welcome’.

This made Professor Yao a little bit upset.

"What? No welcome?" Professor Yao stood up straight, grabbed his smoking pipe, and put it in his mouth, exhaling a thick puff of smoke."

As soon as he finished speaking, the applause sounded overwhelming.

"Welcome! Welcome! A warm welcome!"

"Professor, we have missed you so much!"

"Compared to you, the substitute teacher explains things poorly that we didn’t understand several key points!"

"Professor, when you’re not here, I felt like I don’t know how to use magic at all!"

Zheng Qing twitched at his lips, listening to the weird welcoming remarks in the classroom, feeling speechless — how much of it was sincere, how much out of shock, was hard to quantify.

For example, Xin Fat Man, belittling the substitute teacher, was just trying to explain why his earlier homework performance was a disaster.

Obviously, Professor Yao knew about these naughty tricks of these little ones.

He crossed his arms, leaned against the blackboard, and watched with a smile as people unloaded their shock/excitement, after a few minutes he raised his arms and asked for silence.

"Okay, okay, calm down."