High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 914 - 262: Nightmare Again

Chapter 914: Chapter 262: Nightmare Again

Realizing the Gypsy witch would not meet his eyes, the young cost student turned his head back sullenly and looked at Xiao Xiao, adding emphatically, "...I was just reviewing my lessons in the library."

Xiao Xiao stared at him expressionlessly for several seconds.

Zheng Qing immediately averted his gaze guiltily and pouted his lips to blow a breath of air, causing the yellow Tranquility Talisman paper stuck to his forehead to flutter up.

In fact, during the past few days, he had only spent a small portion of his time in the library; the rest of the time, he had been sneaking off to the Two-Dimensional Evolution Lab—whether it was Fei Rui’s identity, Mr. Wu’s identity, or the four uninvited guests during the winter hunt, all were like thorns in Zheng Qing’s heart—he needed someone to remove those thorns.

One or two thorns might have been bearable, although not comfortable, but the damage was limited. During these tense days at the end of the term, they might slowly be overlooked.

But when a handful of thorns were stuck in one’s heart, it was very troublesome.

For several consecutive days, Zheng Qing had been waking up from nightmares. They were simple and headache-inducing nightmares. However, what troubled him the most was that each time he awoke from these nightmares, he couldn’t remember what he had dreamed about. The only things he could recall were a heart-pounding fear and a vague, extensive blood-red vision in his mind.

Not sure if it was a new post-traumatic symptom after the dissipation of blood in his eyes, Zheng Qing could only figure out a solution by himself.

First, he went to the campus hospital, trying to ask the Horse-Faced Therapist to prescribe some sedatives to calm his sleep and dispel the nightmares, but was told that, approaching the end of the term, the school strictly controlled the amount of sedative drugs used by students, asking them to overcome related difficulties through mental fortitude.

"This is very beneficial for the purification of your spirit," explained the Therapist at the campus hospital to the young wizard.

But Zheng Qing was highly skeptical of this explanation—in comparison, he was more inclined to believe in a certain prevailing rumor among students—that the high-level wizards of the school were engaged in a concealed battle somewhere, and they had exhausted a substantial amount of resources, leading to a shortage in the campus hospital’s inventory of mental suppressants.

The results of Zheng Qing’s request for some special examinations were also not optimistic, or rather, the results were discouraging. The final conclusion from the campus hospital was that he was very healthy; apart from slight neurasthenia due to excessive stress, there was not a single other problem with his body.

This conclusion further reinforced the opinion of the Therapist at the campus hospital, who would not provide any mental suppressant drugs to the young wizard.

Apart from the professional Therapist at the campus hospital, Zheng Qing had also sought help from Old Yao, Professor Yi from Divination, and Professor Li from Potions, but they were as elusive as divine dragons, one and all. One second they would be at the lectern explaining key points and difficult issues for the final exams, and in the next second after class was over and they stepped out of the classroom, they would vanish without a trace.

Zheng Qing knew the professors had skills like ’turning a corner to enter the office’—a long time ago, he had followed Old Yao through a faculty passageway—but what frustrated him was that even when he ran to the office building at top speed, he couldn’t catch even a glimpse of a professor’s robe.

When they disappeared, they truly disappeared, without leaving a single trace.

This made the young cost student increasingly believe those rumors circulating secretly among the students.

With the professors nowhere to be found and the campus hospital’s limited help, after much consideration, the only person in the First University Zheng Qing felt he could seek assistance from seemed to be Su Shijun—there was also a Black Cat from the relevant department he could try to approach, but on one hand, Zheng Qing had no idea where the entrance to the relevant department was, and on the other hand, the true identity of the Black Cat remained unclear, which made the young wizard understandably wary. It was better not to provoke if it could be avoided.

Relatively speaking, even though Su Shi Jun also possesses the enviable titles of Upper House Member of the Moon Council and member of the Big Wizard meeting, due to Poseidon’s reason, Zheng Qing no longer felt the initial panic when facing Su Da Beauty.

So, recently, whenever he had a few minutes of free time, the young scholarship student would sneak off to the Two-Dimensional Evolution Lab, hoping that Su Shi Jun could help him deal with the frequent occurrence of nightmares.

Of course, for well-known reasons, Zheng Qing did not wish for others to discover this.

"Speaking of which, Nicholas must be under a lot of pressure for the exam this time," Zheng Qing shifted the topic awkwardly, bringing a certain veteran who was sitting in the corner frantically doing practice problems into the conversation.

Nicholas had failed to advance for two consecutive years and had become a famous first-year veteran at First University. Without a doubt, this ’fame’ had become heavy pressure, pressing heavily on Nicholas’s head.

"Liu Fei Fei has helped him come up with a very detailed and complete review plan. I just hope that they don’t end up being the top two in their class," Xiao Xiao followed Zheng Qing’s gaze towards the teacher’s corner, sighed, and said, "You’d better worry about yourself instead of worrying about Nicholas! If you do poorly on this final exam, it will definitely be embarrassing."

A hint of sorrowful expression squeezed onto Zheng Qing’s face.

Indeed, as one of the only two scholarship students at Jiuyou Academy this year, as well as a young recipient of the Merlin Medal and the leader of a hunting team that had won the academy cup for newcomers.

No matter from which angle, the ’fame’ pressure Zheng Qing faced was no less than that on Nicholas.

It’s just that one was standing at the foot of the mountain, shouldering the pressure of climbing up with a heavy iron block, while the other was suspended in midair by a thin rope, where any carelessness could lead to a fall into the Abyss.

"You know I have thick skin," Zheng Qing forced a dry laugh, finally lost his desire to continue the conversation, patted the Tranquility Talisman on his forehead tighter, and then lowered his head to continue silently memorizing key points from the textbook.

After history class, Zheng Qing hastily had lunch and then went straight to room 306 in the western teaching building, finding a corner seat to sit down.

Today is Wednesday, and there is a Philosophy of Magic class in the afternoon.

He hoped to catch Professor Yao in this class and then consult with him about his nightmares.

But to his disappointment, Professor Yao only arranged for one of his projections to come to the classroom to supervise the students’ self-study. That foolish projection, besides calling the roll with the roster, could only answer questions related to the Philosophy of Magic.

Disappointed, Zheng Qing could only pin his hopes on Su Daxu again, hoping that she would not be too busy today and have a bit more time.

After the Philosophy of Magic class, Zheng Qing came to the library once more to review his lessons.

After doing two sets of "Five Three" actual exam papers, he unsurprisingly dozed off on the table. Most of the students in the library were in a similar state—blurry in study, studying after becoming groggy. The boundary between grogginess and alertness was a difficult problem to solve, and the edge of grogginess and alertness was the sound of a growling stomach when hungry.