Chapter 1175 - Weekends
Take a look at Chapter 1175 of "High School of Demon Hunting": Chapter 1175: Chapter 237: 10 WeekendsAs May approached, the grass grew taller, the orioles sang,... See what happens next!
Chapter 1175: Chapter 237: 10 WeekendsAs May approached, the grass grew taller, the orioles sang, the daylight lengthened, and the weather warmed.
Most notably, the robes worn by the witches were becoming increasingly cooler. The young warlocksâ interests, originally subdued with the changing seasons, were now stirred anew by the teasing flaps of those cool robes.
On a Sunday afternoon.
Normally, Elena and Zheng Qing would be studying together in the library, but for some unspoken reason, the witch said she was busy, and the warlock considerately expressed his understanding. Thus, Zheng Qing had no choice but to do homework with Xiao Xiao.
Xin Fat Man had been running new reports for the past two days and had been all but invisible.
He arrived at the library in a hurry just before the scheduled meeting and sought out his two friends to copy their homework.
"We canât keep doing this," Zheng Qing admonished while handing over his Curse Course homework to the Fat Man, "Thereâs only a month and a half until the final exams, are you planning on being the next Nicholas?"
According to the schoolâs academic schedule, the spring semesterâs âclass suspension, review, and examinationâ period was set from June 9th to June 19th, and today was already April 26th.
All in all, there was only forty-three days left before the final exams, less than a month and a half.
When he calculated the exact days, even Zheng Qing himself was startled. He had merely meant to give the Fat Man a casual admonishment, but hadnât realized just how quickly time had passed.
"A month and a half?" Xin Fat Man was clearly startled by Zheng Qingâs words, "I thought this semester had just started?!"
"From a macroscopic perspective, time tends to stop; but from a microscopic perspective, time exhibits characteristics similar to âacceleration.â So the feeling of time passing more quickly is not an illusion," Xiao Xiao analyzed solemnly.
Zheng Qing and Xin Fat Man looked at each other, unsure how to continue. The Doctor always managed to turn a simple topic into something profound.
Zheng Qing pulled out his pocket watch, glanced at the time, and habitually poked the case but didnât poke through.
"Itâs better for you to go to the classroom and catch up on your homework; the atmosphere there is better," Zheng Qing turned to look at the Fat Man who was
"Did you discover the âLocking Luo Gateâ magic circle?" Xiao Xiao squinted his eyes, looking at the young cost student.
Zheng Qing shook his head firmly, "I just asked casually... I forgot where I saw the name, but it seemed interesting."
Xiao Xiao snorted loudly from his nose, clearly not believing his companionâs excuse.
"What if," Zheng Qing, unabashedly thick-faced, continued to ask, "what if I saw someone setting up the âLocking Luo Gateâ... would that be dangerous?"
"Of course." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, "Itâs said that wizards associated with the Babylonian Mage Team tend to have worse luck... If I were you, Iâd cover my ears upon hearing that name."
"Why didnât you cover your ears?"
"Because I am not you."
During the conversation, the two had already reached the outside of the library.
Zheng Qing was considering doing something to improve his and Elenaâs fortunes, but then noticed that Xin Fat Man hadnât rushed to the classroom as he had imagined. Instead, he was standing by the roadside, holding a stack of homework, and looking deeply at something.
"What are you doing?" Zheng Qing pushed the fat man.
"Iâm trying to catch the tail of spring," the fat man replied poetically.
Zheng Qing raised an eyebrow and followed the fat manâs gaze toward a group of giggling witches nearby. They were laughing and frolicking, dressed in thin, long robes. Light seemed to pass through the hem of several skirts. His mouth twitched, realizing what the fat man was looking at.
"Thatâs called a âLinglong Silk Skirt.â" Xiao Xiao, also noticing the direction of his companionsâ gazes, spoke timely to explain, "Itâs one of the most popular types of genuine spun wizard robes for ladies these days. Compared to those variants that shorten the wizard robes, this style is more readily acceptable to the public... You could buy one for Elena."
The witches seemed to notice the warlocksâ gaze from the roadside, and a few looked up in their direction.
The fat man unabashedly widened his eyes and even whistled silently; Zheng Qing, however, still had a bit of shame and quickly dropped his eyelids, retracting his gaze, and shuffled his feet as if observing ants at his feet.
"Arenât they cold," he muttered, tugging at his collar and fanning himself. Although it was just a brief glance, it had stirred up a feeling of heat within him.
"Truly a sign of declining morals." Xiao Xiao shook his head, pulling the fat man toward the classroom while asking, "What report have you been working on these days? Why are you so busy?"
The fat man, reluctantly dragged away from the roadside, replied, "What else could the report be about, other than âJiuyou Academy has another conscientious studentâ or âThe hypocrisy under the masks at Alpha Academyâ? Seriously, Iâd rather keep squatting in North Beita Town, observing the lives of tricksters, than argue with another bunch of people in the newspapers."
"That kind of topic, itâs like a mud pit; once youâre stuck, you canât avoid getting dirty."