High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 193: Chapter 117 Andrew Taylor_1

”Holy shit!”

Looking at the fainted Li Meng, Hilda’s face turned green: ”Can’t be! She’s so faint-hearted!”

Was this the highlight?! Zheng Qing slapped himself in the face, feeling as though the whole world had dimmed.

”Li Meng!” Jiang Yu screamed, rushing out of line and throwing herself onto Li Meng.

A few seconds of silence fell over the freshmen who were watching from both sides of the lawn, and then the commotion erupted.

Laughter, reprimands, frantic screams, anxious appeasement – a mix of everything formed a huge wave of sound that scared a gopher resting on a pile of dirt nearby back into its burrow.

The incident had caught the attention of the other practical courses too.

Because they were far away, those curious faces had to crane their necks, hoping the light breeze could carry over a tidbit of what was happening.

But the Alchemy 08-1 class, standing opposite the Astronomy 08-1 class, didn’t need to go through that trouble.

In no time, the identity of the young witch who had fainted was widely spread amongst the Alchemy 08-1 class’s freshmen.

Li Meng, the legitimate daughter of the Shuzhong Li family, twelve years old, the second-youngest student admitted to university this year, and a rare Spirit Witch.

Zheng Qing looked sullenly at the sneering faces across from him, saying nothing.

Because, right now, he was more worried about the body lying on the grass.

He still remembered it very clearly.

Half a month ago, when he took the flight from Chang’an Airport to university, Li Meng sat next to him. She was the first classmate to greet him and one of the earliest friends he made in university.

From his impression, the little witch was naughty and outgoing, often saying things like ’I’m a university student’ and ’my cousin is super cool’.

Besides this, she didn’t have the bad habits typical of young people from wizard families, such as discriminating against witches from the common world, or viewing witches as nobility and ordinary people as dirt.

However, not long after entering the university, Zheng Qing discovered a new talent of the little witch.

Fainting frequently.

An old saying goes: a good warrior does not boast about their victories.

Zheng Qing had to admit, a good fainter had a resounding reputation.

From the Wandering Bar in the pedestrian street, to Old Yao’s magic class, to the practical class in Green Valley, this little spiritual wizard had already fainted three times just over ten days after entering the university.

Even the recent two times, she fainted in class.

One couldn’t help but doubt whether a little witch of this age could adapt to the high-intensity learning environment at this university.

Zheng Qing looked worriedly at the petite figure.

He could already imagine the kind of rumors that would circulate around the campus after this class.

As for Hilda, who was beside Li Meng, she was practically in tears.

The self-pride she had for the amazing opening script she’d prepared was completely gone.

The young practical class teacher had only one phrase repeating in her mind:

’Holy shit!’

Nothing else could sufficiently express her inner depression.

When Hilda had prepared her opening monologue, she’d predicted many situations. For instance, the freshmen might be scared into falling over, the students might descend into chaos in a short time, she’d even prepared herself to take a few spells thrown at her from the crowd - after all, who could guarantee that there wouldn’t be any over-reactive individuals amongst the freshmen.

Yet the one scenario she hadn’t predicted was that someone would actually faint from seeing that ghost face!

Heavens save her!

In her opinion, aside from being a bit gross, that face wasn’t very scary.

Who could have expected a university student’s mental state to be so fragile!

”Quiet down!”

The irritated teaching assistant heavily tapped the Law book hanging from his waist.

A milky halo rippled out from the book, enveloping all the freshmen in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Qing was horrified to find that his mouth seemed to be glued shut, unable to open it no matter what he tried.

In just an instant, the lawn fell into absolute silence.

Hilda bowed his head, nervously looking at a little witch who had fainted on the ground, and quickly said: ”Don’t be afraid, Mrs. Bella is just nearby.”

The words seemed to be comforting the girls who were helping, but they seemed more like self-reassurance.

With that, he snapped his fingers, summoning a soft flying carpet, emphasizing: ”Mrs. Bella will surely be able to help her.”

Under the effect of the silence spell, no one answered him.

Several girls clumsily helped Jiang Yu put Li Meng on the flying carpet, then quickly pulled the carpet in mid-air towards the green figures at the edge of Green Valley.

”Stay put!” Hilda hesitated for a while, slapped his Law book, and lifted the restriction on the newcomers.

Zheng Qing opened his mouth, breathing heavily in the fresh air, feeling the beat of his chest, for the first time finding deeper respect for the simple act of speaking.

”I’m going to say hello to Mrs. Bella.”

”Nobody move!”

Hilda swept a fierce gaze over the restless figures and warned in a low voice:

”Everyone, stay put. No whispering, and don’t draw out your Law books!”

”Otherwise, the school’s labor committee won’t mind having a few more errand runners.”

With those words, he turned around to follow the flying carpet, jogging to catch up.

However, as soon as the teaching assistant’s figure disappeared behind the small hill, derisive laughter rang out from the crowd of the Alchemy 08-1 Class.

”How ridiculous.” A burly, crew-cut lad stood nonchalantly in the group, disdainfully deriding the practical lesson’s teacher: ”Just an assistant, and he dared use a silence spell on students! After class, I’m definitely going to report him to the student union!”

Zheng Qing noticed that the boy’s fingers were loaded with multi-colored magic rings.

The burly boy seemed to have some prestige in the Alchemy 08-1 Class, as the other newcomers echoed his words.

”Exactly, the studs on his face were almost falling off from fear!”

”He actually tried to scare us with the labor committee, should I report him to the student union for intimidation?”

”My cousin’s a minister in the student union, I can take you to him.”

Zheng Qing nudged Xiao Xiao beside him with his elbow and whispered, ”Who is he? The crew-cut guy with all those magic rings.”

”Andrew Taylor, the young master of the Taylor Family.” Xiao Xiao scratched his chin nonchalantly, seemingly musing over something.

Matthew nearby seemed to have heard their discussion, and subtly moved a bit closer to them.

”The Taylor Family is a recently risen werewolf family in the Quebec area. They don’t have many businesses, but they have a lot of dark money. They’re essentially nouveau riche.”

”Since they lack depth, they don’t pay much attention to the old rules of lunar creatures and have a rather reckless way of doing things.”

”The family is notorious for their rebellious style. Their most famous saying, ’The blood feud between werewolves and vampires has nothing to do with us, Taylor is just watching the door’. If one day, you see Andrew walking arm in arm with members of the O’Brien Family or the Karen Family around the university, don’t be surprised, as they might be the key to resolving the ancient feud between werewolves and the Blood Race.”

With that, Xiao Xiao turned his head and glanced at Matthew Karen not far away.

Zheng Qing immediately remembered that his class had its own noble son from the Karen Family.

He turned his head but found Matthew was seriously fiddling with his cufflinks, seemingly oblivious to their conversation.

”No chance now.” Thinking back to what he saw outside his cousin’s reception room last weekend, Matthew sighed slightly: ”So he is from the Taylor Family... Perhaps that’s why my cousin dislikes him.”