High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 280: Chapter 204: Professor Yi_1

Doctor Du Zemu’s advice was very to the point.

On Monday night, Zheng Qing fell once again into a nightmare in his sleep.

As a result, on Tuesday morning during the divination class, he had to struggle to keep up with Professor Yi’s lecture pace, his eyes burdened by two large bags.

But all this was in vain.

As a course from all university curriculum that puts great emphasis on logic and calculating skills, Zheng Qing couldn’t afford to hope that divination class could be mastered just by diligent practice like curse classes, nor could he expect to secure a full final score on this course like talisman classes without the need to study.

All he hoped was that he could achieve an average performance on this course in class, or at worst, he would reluctantly accept a passing score.

However, the vocabulary from the professor’s mouth was so difficult.

If he was slightly distracted, the remaining classes would become incomprehensible hieroglyphics, as if it had been encoded with a quantum key.

This led to many students in the class oscillating between confusion and perplexity, including some who had given up trying to understand, staring blankly at the blackboard, as if they had fed their time to worms—only a few could soberly keep up with the professor’s lecture pace, such as the college’s top student, Liu Fei Fei.

This did not include Zheng Qing.

Although he was also a subsidized student, compared to the top achiever who studied hard for twenty hours a day, he could be considered a disgrace among the sponsored students.

Zheng Qing rubbed his tense face, highly suspicious that yesterday’s school-wide cleaning did not clean up all the lazy bugs crawling around the campus, or else he wouldn’t always be short of time.

Thinking about this, the young subsidized student couldn’t help but rub his ears again.

Besides rubbing his ears to redness, he gained nothing.

On the podium, the skinny professor grasped a yard-long thin bamboo pole with his arm folded, his voice flat, devoid of ups and downs, as if he were reciting a hypnotic spell.

Zheng Qing took a deep breath, changed his sitting posture, diverted his attention to the professor’s face, and concentrated.

This method was very effective, indeed he didn’t experience any abrupt loss of time.

But this method could easily distract his mind.

The professor’s cheekbones were very low, there was not a trace of stubble on his narrow chin, only a few deep wrinkles. His thin hair could not cover his shining scalp, nor his wide forehead.

The professor’s eyes were small, always giving people a sense of narrowness, his emaciated body was draped in a wide black robe, making him look like a large monkey.

A large monkey.

Zheng Qing suppressed a chuckle.

Sitting next to him, Doctor Xiao glanced at him, curled his lip, and said nothing.

Zheng Qing’s laughter was so abrupt in the quiet classroom that even Professor Yi stopped his lecture and glanced at him.

The bamboo whip in his arm was trembling slightly, as though it was eager to have a go.

The subsidized student immediately buried his head on the ”Basic Yi Learning: First Year of University” book on his desk and did not move a muscle.

Then, for the first time, he noticed that the author of this book was Yi JiaZi.

Yi JiaZi was Professor Yi’s name.

On the podium, the professor did not pursue Zheng Qing’s impropriety, but resumed his hypnotic chant. However, Zheng Qing still did not dare to lift his head.

He hung his head low, his thoughts drifting away, soon returning to the first divination class.

It was the easiest divination class he had ever taken—at least he understood every word the professor said in that class.

After half a class of new students introducing themselves, the professor stood on the podium, addressing them with a heavy nasal tone:

”I’m your divination teacher, you can just call me Professor Yi.”

The bamboo whip in his hand hissed as it swung through the air, striking the podium forcefully.

The little elves along the blackboard very experiencedly plugged their ears in advance, covered their heads with their semi-transparent wings, and looked at the terrified young wizards below the podium with gleeful smiles.

”My teaching method is very traditional!”

”There’s nothing that can’t be taught with a whip, a few more whips and you’ll understand everything!”

”Don’t talk about rights and freedom in my class!”

”If you don’t want to listen, get out!”

”In my class, you can choose to move forward under my whip, or you can choose to fail and pick a meek teacher for your lectures!”

”But I believe there is no better divination professor in the entire university than me.”

Below the podium, the young wizards from Astronomy class 08-1 stared warily at the bamboo whip in the professor’s hand, fearing that the irascible ’little old man’ would lash out at them.

Although privately referred to as the ’little old man’, Professor Yi JiaZi was not old.

He was very young, not tall, somewhat hunched, with a typical Asian face that looked to be in his early twenties, not much older than Zheng Qing, but his sallow skin and prematurely balding head severely impacted his appearance, leaving him with a touch of premature aging, making him look several decades older than his actual age.

Perhaps the professor wanted to appear more mature and authoritative.

The yellowish bamboo whip was very effective in helping him achieve this goal.

In Professor Yi’s class, even the lively Li Meng and the active Xin Fat Man were obedient and orderly, not daring to overstep in the slightest.

”The so-called divination is not the legendary practice of seeing the trajectory of destiny in a crystal ball, nor judging the future of an event based on the cracks in a tortoiseshell, let alone interpreting one’s life with 78 tarot cards.”

Seemingly satisfied with the performance of the creatures, Yi JiaZi’s face softened slightly, and the nasal sound in his voice also sounded much mellower.

Elena seemed a bit dissatisfied and lifted her chin.

The professor did not take offense, but merely nodded slightly at the gypsy witch, then continued to outline the subject in a flat tone to the young wizards:

”Divination is a rigorous discipline.”

”We don’t rely on speculation to determine, we rely on calculations to measure.”

”Everyone’s life is certain, to see a person’s life is to see whether you can master his life.”

”To master the full, complete information...not just domination, as most people understand.”

”If you know a person’s character, a person’s preferences, and the resources that a person can access. Then you can easily judge what sort of decision this person will make under a certain condition, a decision that includes whether he will be enraged, whether he will be biased, and whether he will compromise.”

”All these judgments will lead to a certain outcome.”

”Life is a process made up of countless judgments and a unique confluence of countless outcomes.”

”Different judgments will lead to different outcomes and create different lives; countless judgments will interweave with each other, collectively constituting this miraculous world.”

”Different lives, different worlds, different dimensions.”

”The truth is hidden therein.”