High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 741 - 89 Snowman_1

Chapter 741: Chapter 89 Snowman_1

After washing up and changing into a clean robe, belting a new waistband, and fastening cufflinks, the young scholarship student stood refreshed in front of a dressing mirror, grinning, trying to give a perfect smile.

"Excuse me for stating the obvious, sir!" The dressing mirror said in a coarse voice, "Your upper canine tooth protrudes slightly and it hasn’t been whitened or polished, so it’s not suitable for a toothy smile... As a professional image consultant, I advise you not to show your teeth when you laugh."

"Shut up!" The young scholarship student shouted at the brainless thing, angrily closing his mouth.

"Besides, it’s snowing today. If you could pair a black or red scarf when going out, that would be extremely nice." The dressing mirror didn’t immediately shut up, but continued to forcefully pitch its advice to Zheng Qing.

As a dressing mirror in a boys’ dorm, other than Dylan occasionally using it, almost all the others didn’t care for their image. This left it lonely and tortured. So, every time someone stood in front of it, seriously grooming themselves, they would receive a basket full of various advice.

Some of the advice was quite reasonable, like when the dressing mirror suggested Zheng Qing wear a scarf when leaving; the young scholarship student readily agreed upon considering it. But some advice was very off-putting -- like once when Xin Fatman was trying on his new suit in front of the mirror, it actually suggested he take some slimming potions before trying the suit on again.

"I can hear the soul of the suit crying from being stretched by your fat!" The dressing mirror critiqued sarcastically: "With your figure, there is no difference between wearing a suit or pyjamas to a ball."

Fortunately, at the time, the others in the dorm were present and seeing things getting out of hand, forcibly stopped the angry Xin Fatman, saving the talkative mirror from being shattered.

"I remember you said you had served the O’Brien family for almost four hundred years, right?" Zheng Qing said to the mirror, tying his scarf according to the demonstration given by it, while making a reflective comment.

"In less than a month, it will be three hundred and eighty-nine years, sir." The dressing mirror responded respectfully, its tone filled with pride and boastfulness: "From Europa to Atlanta, I have graced almost all the castles of the O’Brien family."

"That’s quite something." The young scholarship student adjusted the well-tied scarf, straightened the wrinkles on his sleeve, stuffed the grey cloth bag into his bosom, and then turned around to open the dorm door.

Behind him came the dressing mirror’s slightly choked shout, "Thank you very much for your affirmation, sir!"

Zheng Qing tugged the corner of his mouth, slowing his steps slightly, but ultimately not turning around.

He actually wanted to say that it was really no small feat for this mirror to have survived intact for so long -- a gabby thing like this, if placed in the Wandering Wizard’s pub, would probably shatter into seventeen or eighteen pieces overnight.

...

Outside the dorm, it was already all white.

The heavy snow at First College was unlike the winters Zheng Qing had experienced before, where it took a while to fall down a few snowflakes amidst the fuss and bustle.

In this world ruled by wizards and magic, when it says it will snow, it snows.

How big, it snows that big.

"Snowflakes like goose feathers" was no longer a metaphor, but a real fact. Zheng Qing looked around; it was all white between heaven and earth. The big snow had been falling for a while, increasing the thickness of the white blanket all over the campus. When stepping on it, more than half of the ankle would be buried in the soft snow, crunching interestingly underfoot, surprisingly pleasant.

In theory, because it was the weekend, there should be fewer students than usual on campus.

But due to the heavy snow, many young people with childlike hearts called their friends to come outside and enjoy the snow. The quiet ones held a book while sitting under a pine tree, roaming in the sea of books under the bright light; the playful ones gathered in groups, using magic to command the snowflakes into snowballs, rolling them into snowmen, and then having the snowmen wrestle and box with each other, having an absolute blast.

Honestly speaking, Zheng Qing despised those people who used magic to play with snowmen -- because most of them only cared about their own enjoyment and had absolutely no public spirit.

Like from his dorm to the library, he had been hit on the head by three ’stray’ snowmen’s snowballs. The owners of these snowmen abandoned them after they were done having fun, letting these creatures with simple instinct roam around the campus. Occasionally, when they blocked the way, fists of snowballs would whistle out of them, bursting over people’s heads.

"Stop chasing only me!" The young scholarship student was chased all around by two snowmen, shouting while protecting his head, "I need to go to the library!"

Behind him, the two snowmen silently persisted, waving their broom arms, raising ’snow dust’ towards the male wizard running in front, occasionally taking out a newly made snowball from their back and throwing it against the wind.

No passing wizards lent a hand seeing the awkward situation, letting him be chased till he was rolling and crawling.

"Use the Soft Leg Curse!" A familiar voice came from a distance.

The snow across space made Zheng Qing unable to determine the owner of the voice immediately. But he heard that advice clearly. So, after circumventing a tall Weeping Willow, the young wizard quickly took out his lawbook and slapped it:

"I Ma Hui Tui!"

A flicker of light green suddenly illuminated and gently spread out.

The two snowmen which had been tailing Zheng Qing for nearly five hundred meters abruptly stopped in the fluctuation of the spell and then collapsed and melted back into two quiet snow piles.

The young scholarship student let out a long sigh of relief.

"Why would you be chased by snowmen!" The familiar voice slowly came closer, filled with curiosity, "Though these guys are lively, most of the time they won’t attack wizards on their own."

During the course of the conversation, a tall, skinny, yellow-skinned male wizard with a ponytail came through the hazy snow curtain and appeared in front of Zheng Qing.

It was Nicholas, a classmate who had repeated two grades and served as Zheng Qing’s orientation guide when he first entered the school.

"How should I know!" Zheng Qing flicked off the residual snow on his body while shaking his head annoyed, trying to shake the half-melted ice crystals out of his hair, "I just passed by the small plaza, where two groups of wizards were directing two groups of snowmen fighting. I watched for a little while, laughed, then suddenly two snowmen ran out from the battlefield, chasing me and attacking me..."

Nicholas didn’t say anything, but circled around Zheng Qing’s back instead, pulled something off with a rustle.

"As expected." The repeater chuckled: "Someone played a joke on you, quietly sticking a talisman paper on your back... It’s just a prank, don’t worry."

Zheng Qing took the yellow talisman paper from him in a stiff mood.

On it, cinnabar-drawn bright red runes still shone brightly, even the ongoing snow couldn’t suppress the magic fluctuation between the lines.