Chapter 308 - The Start of the 5th Week
Here is Chapter 308 of "High School of Demon Hunting": Chapter 308: Chapter 232: The Start of the 5th WeekAfter half a month, Zheng Qing... Donât miss it!
Chapter 308: Chapter 232: The Start of the 5th WeekAfter half a month, Zheng Qing finally had a good dream.
In his dream, he finally found an opportune moment to gift the Bohemian long dress to the Gypsy witch - Elena was particularly fond of the rouge-colored pearls in the box.
"I can string two guardian necklaces with these," the witch joyfully said, twirling on tiptoe like a jubilant butterfly, "One for you, one for me..."
Zheng Qing, a young scholarship student, didnât even get a chance to appreciate the witchâs suggestion before being awoken by a horrifying noise.
"Ahhhhhh! No!"
Xin Fat Man yelled out in a robust voice, frantically
Zheng Qing was ultimately unable to return to his satisfying dream.
The morning atmosphere gradually seeped in as his senses revived, Zheng Qing was horrified to discover the memories of his dream rapidly fading away. The twirling witch on her tippy toes, the tinkling laughter, the mesmerizing gaze - they all seemed to fade away like melting snow under the sun, slipping deeper into his memory, lost and irretrievable.
Zheng Qing seemed to hear the sound of an eraser rubbing against the canvas of his mind.
He could not even remember how he managed to give the dress away in his dream.
"Oh...no!" The young scholarship student curled up into a ball, let out a dismayed howl, angrily pulled aside the curtain and yelled, "Bloody hell... disturbing someoneâs peaceful sleep early in the morning, is your brain fried?!"
The little elves were extremely delighted that he finally woke up, Hehe flew from the desk towards him, landing on his hair and shoulders, jostling for space.
Zheng Qingâs previously high-flaming anger was rapidly extinguished as if doused by a bucket of cold water.
"What time is it," he muttered weakly and rapidly scanned the dormitory with hazy eyes.
Xin Fat Man was sprawled on the desk, rifling through every crevice that could fit a piece of paper, hoping to find his missing assignment; Xiao Xiao was sitting cross-legged on his bed with a notebook, his hair disheveled and his eyes were still heavy with sleep; Dylanâs bed was open, and so was the coffin lid, obviously, he hadnât returned all night.
The outdoors was still dark, the sporadic chirping of sparrows signifying the approaching dawn.
"Itâs almost six oâclock... in two hours, itâs Old Yaoâs Magic Curse class, Iâm done for!" Xin Fat Man continued to squeal, pulling at his sparse hair.
"How come you suddenly decided to look at your assignment this early?" Zheng Qing was baffled.
"I had a dream, I dreamt that a worm was slowly eating my assignment, one bite at a time," Xin Fat Manâs face was downcast, his face shiny with sweat and appeared like a standing slug: "then I woke up and I couldnât find it ... Iâve already looked in every usual spot, it really isnât there..."
When he heard âhad a dreamâ, Zheng Qingâs face immediately soured.
Just like the sky outside the window.
"We can go to morning practice." Zheng Qing ignored Fat Manâs wail, turned his head to look at Doctor Xiao, said firmly: "We should go a bit earlier today."
Xiao Xiao showed no objection, turned around, and pulled out his training suit from the cupboard.
"Hey, youâre really leaving?? Donât you have some compassion? What about your conscience! Hey! Where are your consciences?!!" Xin Fat Manâs eyes widened, watching his two roommates calmly dressing and opening the dormitory door, sounding baffled.
"Sigh... itâs only October and the weatherâs already cold." Opening the door, a gust of cold wind rushed into the room, Zheng Qing shivered, tightening his robe around him: "This small wind blowing, swoosh, swoosh, itâs chilling my heart..."
Xiao Xiao silently put on his glasses, held his notebook and followed Zheng Qing.
"Youâre really leaving! ... Iâve bought meals for you! Iâve saved seats for you! Iâve even signed a contract with you... You canât do this! I have to see the professor! In two hours I have to see the professor! ..."
"Bang!"
The dormitory door was shut heavily.
Blocked out the whining autumn wind and the desperate wail of a certain Fat Man.
Only ten minutes before the Magic Curse class, Xin Fat Man arrived breathless and drenched in sweat.
He was holding a piece of mulberry paper, smugly waving it in front of his roommates:
"See! Even without your help, I could find my assignment!"
"What kind of dunce canât find their own assignment?" Xiao Xiao rolled his eyes and snorted in response.
Xin Fat Man was rendered speechless.
"Where did you find it?" Zheng Qing was very curious about this.
"Tuan Tuan wrapped her midnight snack with it, I gave her a chicken leg, and she retrieved it from the window shelf in three seconds..." Xin Fat Man dejectedly sat on his chair, regardless of the chairâs wailing, he leaned back, propped up his legs, and complained: "I want to sever ties with you guys! Who runs at the first sign of a friendâs trouble...!"
"There are roast chickens for lunch in the canteen today, Iâve just placed an order for one." Zheng Qing propped his chin, glanced at the Fat Man.
"Oh...alright, I guess I can understand where you guys were coming from." Xin Fat Man immediately straightened up, slapped his Magic Curse Assignment on the table, and said, "Iâm sorry for waking you up this morning!"
"Arenât you principled at all!" Zheng Qing picked up Fat Manâs assignment between his fingers.
Like it was crumpled into a ball and then painstakingly flattened again, the mulberry paper was full of small wrinkles. There was a suspiciously dark purple stain on the blank area of the paper.
Zheng Qing strongly suspected that it was the last trace left by some poor little mouse in this world.
"Principle? What is principle!" Xin Fat Man looked at his roommate earnestly, his face beaming with a sense of righteousness: "In this world, is there anything more important than eating? Eating is my principle!"
"Whether itâs principled or not..." Zheng Qing shaked the paper between his fingers, smacking his lips, "But if you submit this paper, thereâs a good chance Old Yao will summon a gorilla to eat you..."
Before Fat Man could retort, the stick figure behind the door began to yell:
"Teacherâs coming!"
"Everyone...quick...be...seated!"
"Old Yao brought two bodyguards!"