High School of Demon Hunting-Chapter 359 - 28, 6th Monday_1

Monday morning is a painful morning.

Listening to the howling wind outside the window, every cell in Zheng Qing’s body was resisting the idea of getting out of bed.

But this is the school infirmary.

He was still lying in the school sickbed.

Strict Mrs. Bella would not allow a recovering student to laze in bed.

A gust of cool wind hit his face, followed by a rustling noise, and Zheng Qing felt as if his cheeks were being pricked by needles.

He gasped, managing to open his left eye.

A white paper crane was fluttering up and down between the pillows, never ending its leaps. Occasionally, it would flap its wings, getting close to his cheek and pecking him a few times with its sharp beak.

The young public student grumbled in his throat, and reached out a hand from the quilt to catch this little thing that was flapping around randomly.

The paper crane symbolically flapped its wings and then became submissive, drooping its head and opening its body.

Zheng Qing, with one eye closed and one hand, smoothed out the paper crane haphazardly. Using the faint white light from the window, he caught a glimpse of the familiar expressive writing on the paper:

"Brother Qing, urgent matter! I can’t make it to Old Yao’s class due to an unexpected situation. Help me out; I’ll repay you later! Besides, I know you have a way..."

"Damn it!" Zheng Qing let out a deep sigh, crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it into the air.

"Hehe!" A little caretaker elf shot out like the wind, catching the paper ball, and swayed in front of Zheng Qing, its two thin antennae twirling like circles.

"I’m sorry," the student agreed immediately, raising both hands, expressing his sincerest apology to the hard worker, "It’s all that fat man’s fault..."

Damn that fat man.

I haven’t been discharged yet, and he is already throwing such a troublesome task at me.

"Which fat man? What’s wrong with the fat man?" Lin Guo’s curious voice came from the other corner of the ward.

Zheng Qing glanced at the young wizard getting dressed, sighing deeply.

Young people are great, they sleep less and forget a lot. No matter how bothersome the matter is, they sleep through the night, and the next day they wake up, as if nothing has happened. Yesterday he was still in low spirits, lying in a hammock all day without getting up, today he is lively and jumping around early in the morning.

"Sin·Banna, you know, that German." Zheng Qing replied lazily: "He has something to do this morning and wants to skip class...Do you have a class this morning?"

He suddenly remembered something, perked up quickly and propped himself up. He watched Lin Guo closely.

The young wizard sensed his intentions in a blink of an eye.

"Our Monday morning is a divination class...Oh, I finally understand...Professor Yi warned us last class that if anyone wanted to skip class next time, they should be prepared to write a thirty thousand word essay." Lin Guo said, as if he suddenly realized, quickly waved his hand, refusing repeatedly, "Besides, I don’t have a transformation potion...Do you think Professor is blind? What class do you have on Monday morning?"

"Curse." Zheng Qing drooped back onto the bed, humming weakly.

"Ha!" The young wizard let out a short, sharp laugh: "The class of the Dean of Jiu You Academy? Does that fat man want to be expelled from school?"

Zheng Qing opened and closed his mouth, without refuting anything.

Choosing to skip class on Monday morning was indeed a risky move.

But ever since the fat man joined the school’s newspaper agency, he’s become somewhat secretive, not just leaving early and returning late—under the pretext of ’gathering information’—but also doing some risky activities periodically.

Like sneaking into the Book Mountain Library to stay overnight, listening to the ghost that wanders in the maze of the library singing and reciting poems; or being a special guest at the ’Fresh Meat Feast’ hosted by Dylan’s companions.

Not long ago, he even considered taking a Water Repelling Pill and going to the Fishman’s lair for a street interview—Zheng Qing firmly believed that if Xiao Xiao hadn’t brought Zhang Ji Xin to stop him, this fat man would surely have turned into winter-cured meat for the fishmen’s tribe. Even in protected areas, the Fishman have exceptional control over the large lake.

Compared to that, skipping classes doesn’t seem to be as risky.

According to the previous plan, during the Monday morning spell class, Old Yao would discuss the previously assigned homework, analyzing the troublesome ’Yuan Chen Guardian Spell’. frёeωebɳovel.com

With his eyes half-closed, Zheng Qing stayed in his quilt-covered bed, enjoying the last few minutes of comfort before getting up, troubled over how to help the fat man get through this predicament.

It’s not that he had no solutions—it was as Berkut Boy wrote in his paper crane, he did have a way.

It’s just that he is missing one element right now.

A gray pigeon was carried away by the strong wind outside the house, stumbling and falling on the stone platform outside the window. The pigeon flapped its wings, making uneasy and hurried cooing.

In the hospital room, an orange figure swiftly jumped onto the balcony, pushed open the window, and stretched out its claw towards the distressed pigeon. The frightened pigeon struggled and screamed, hopping and flying, quickly falling from the window and escaping the fat hand.

The orange cat meowed in disappointment, did not close the window, and rolled back to the hospital room with its tail down, to climb back onto Zheng Qing’s hospital bed.

Tuan Tuan had come to the hospital room with those male wizards the previous night.

In the words of Xin Fat Man, Zheng Qing would inevitably feel lonely in the hospital, so the 403 dormitory had a responsibility to help their partner through this ordeal. After unanimous consultation, it was decided to appoint Tuan Tuan to accompany him for the night on behalf of all the dormitory mates of 403.

Zheng Qing was very moved and then rolled the fat cat into a ball and put it at the foot of the bed to warm his feet.

For the orange cat, there is not much difference between being in the dormitory and in the hospital room, as long as there is a bed for him to stretch out.

The cold wind squeezed through the creaks of the window and drilled into the hospital room, causing Zheng Qing to shiver several times in succession.

He suddenly woke up a lot, and his thoughts became somewhat clear in his mind.

The young scholarship student tilted his head and glanced at the fat cat curled up at the foot of the bed, the corner of his mouth raised.

Not until breakfast did he reveal his plan to Lin Guo.

"It?" Lin Guo pointed at the fat cat sniffing the millet porridge on the dining table, with a ghostly look.

Zheng Qing laughed and nodded, applying a layer of peanut butter on his whole wheat bread.

"Three questions," The young wizard raised three fingers seriously: "First, does Sin·Banna know you’re doing this?"

"He knows I have a way...he didn’t refuse." Zheng Qing speared a cherry tomato with his fork and put it in his mouth, savoring the refreshing and tangy taste of the morning with satisfaction.

"Does this cat agree to it?" Lin Guo retracted a finger and glanced at the fat cat that was napping with its eyes shut.

Tuan Tuan’s head remained motionless, only the tip of its tail swept back and forth outside the table.

"One chicken leg!" Zhang Qing turned to look at the fat cat. This spiritual cat that was lazing around their dormitory glanced at him, yawned wide, and showed a mouthful of sharp teeth.

"Three chicken legs! One to be redeemed now, the other two to be redeemed after the task is done!" Zhang Qing pounded on the table and pulled out a lunch box from some hidden corner.

In the box, there was a hot and oily chicken leg with richly-colored, flavorful gravy poured over it.

"Meow!" The orange cat immediately put its paw on Zheng Qing’s hand.

Zheng Qing turned his head to look at Lin Guo, smiling broadly.

"Third question, where did you get the shape-shifting potion!" The young wizard widened his eyes, showing a deeply puzzled expression: "Also, the cat... it can’t talk either, right... "

"Use a mock-up symbol!" Zheng Qing confidently pulled out his own small grey bag: "These kinds of tricks I used to look after shops in junior high school, absolutely no problem. As for Tuan Tuan not being able to talk, it’s even easier, after all, as long as it understands what people are saying."