High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 387: Chapter 56 - Symbol Scroll Bomb_1

For the entire afternoon, Zheng Qing was struggling to resist the urge to drink the transformation potion.

Although he was very curious about what he would look like after transforming, since today was Thursday and there was another day of classes tomorrow, he had to endure this period no matter what.

After all, he couldn’t possibly sit in the classroom listening to the teacher with a strange shell— if he turned into a monkey, it may be somewhat acceptable, but what if it’s a cockroach?

Perhaps the young wizard, dedicated to studying, wouldn’t even make it to his desk before he was tossed out of the window by screaming witches using their magic.

Luckily, life always has endless troubles.

Whenever you feel everything is going smoothly and life is beautiful, life would slap you with a plot twist, knocking you back to reality.

Like the homework assignments from Professor Emma, the problems of the young wizards that could never be completely resolved, and Zheng Qing’s red right eye.

”I feel like the vision in my right eye has declined a bit.” Zheng Qing stood on the balcony, squinting his left eye, holding a slingshot in his hands, trying to aim at a squirrel outside the window wagging its tail at him.

Not long ago, the young scholarship student’s right eye inexplicably became bloodshot from a fight with a Wild Demon, becoming the only ’injury’ left on his body.

Doctor Ma from the school hospital repeatedly reassured him that such bloodshot wouldn’t cause any visual impairment, and brought out a pile of complex and difficult data to support his professional judgment.

Although Zheng Qing expressed his relief verbally, he was always somewhat skeptical.

”Like now,” the young scholarship student squinted hard, mumbling: ”I see that squirrel has two tails.”

As he released his fingers, the pine cone sandwiched in the slingshot flew out with a ’whoosh’, hitting the tiles three meters away from the squirrel.

”Squeak, Squeak, Squeak!”

The squirrel happily squealed, bouncing around with its big fluffy tail, picked up the dust-covered pine cone, brushed it with its claw, and stuffed it into its cheek pouch.

”That mountain twin-tailed squirrel originally has two tails!” Xin Fat Man, holding a plate of cake and waving a shiny dining knife, shouted menacingly: ”Only a blind man would see it as one...”

It was six o’clock in the afternoon now.

According to Zheng Qing’s past experience, the sun should have already set behind the mountains at this time, and there should be no light in the sky.

But perhaps Buji Island is somewhat to the south, or the wizards don’t allow the sun to set so early, there is still a dim light outside the house at this moment.

At this time every day, it was the time for Mr. Sin·Banna to enjoy his last afternoon tea.

Just like how Dylan would be grumpy when awoken from his coffin, the Fat Man would also be in a bad mood when his afternoon tea was interrupted.

”I’m not blind!” Zheng Qing pulled a paper ball from the grey cloth bag, reloaded it into the slingshot, turned his head and emphasized: ”I mean, it seems like there is always a double vision when I look at things with my right eye...and it keeps wobbling.”

”Your eye is full of blood clots. It’s already a good thing that you’re not blind ...What’s so strange about it affecting your vision a bit?” Xin Fat Man took a deep breath and continued patiently cutting the cake in the plate.

”I think that might be because you kept your left eye closed for too long.” Dylan’s languid voice echoed in the coffin.

Zheng Qing tilted his head.

The black sliding door of that large coffin had somehow opened again.

”Good morning!” The young scholarship student greeted politely: ”I thought you wouldn’t get up until eight o’clock tonight.”

”Didn’t Xiao Xiao say that there will be a club-wide meeting tonight... I can’t be rude to the guests after they arrive.” Mr. Wolfman extended a pale hand from the coffin, placing it in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if feeling the weather.

”Do you really have to follow a reverse day-night schedule?” Zheng Qing continued to squint, holding the slingshot, aiming at the hopping grey squirrel, and asked with bated breath.

”Since the school doesn’t restrict, I naturally choose whatever makes me comfortable,” Dylan propped up half of his body from the coffin, stretched a lazy waist, and replied slowly: ”I’m not Matthew Karen from your class, or Alpha’s Friedman, those pure-blooded nobles... My adaptability to sunlight would naturally be a bit lower.”

The last sentence obviously touched on some sensitive topics.

There was a momentary silence in the dormitory.

”Pop!” Zhou Qing loosened his fingers, and the paper ball stuffed in the slingshot whizzed out, hitting a spot about a meter away from the grey squirrel.

Before the squirrel could happily wiggle its butt, the small paper ball suddenly produced green smoke.

Then a few slender vines emerged from the green smoke, firmly tying up the caught-off-guard grey squirrel.

”Yay! It worked!” Zhou Qing shouted with a vigorous wave of his arm.

”Oh, you really did it.” Xin Fat Man licked the last bit of cream from his plate, curiously looked out toward the balcony, and smacked his lips: ”Maybe you can consult Doctor Xiao later to see if you can patent this...”

The patent the Fat Man mentioned is the technique Zhou Qing just used to fire a talisman with the slingshot.

Becasue of his night patrols, only a little over a month into school, Zheng Qing had already experienced several ’accidents’.

Such as encountering a Fishman big brother who was conducting a grey trade on the shore of the Lakeside Forest; or catching a swarm of Sand Hour insects; not to mention the recent encounter with a Wild Demon on the lakeside promenade.

As for small accidents like clubbing Kappas or capturing venomous snakes, they were too numerous to count.

The more experiences he had, the more Zhou Qing felt his means were somewhat insufficient. He only had those few talisman papers and spells to choose from over and over again.

Although so far, these skills were barely enough. But the young cost student saw a major flaw.

He had no means of attacking from a distance.

Due to his time of admission, the spells he had just learned required close distance to cast. And due to his height and arm length, the talismans he was good at also couldn’t attack enemies a little further away.

So he pondered for a long time and finally thought of this method.

”It’s just a little trick, the patent office probably won’t take it.” The young cost student modestly waved his hand, but also added a little condescendingly: ”I just added an outer layer of cocoon paper to the original talisman, embedding a rune with a stabilizing function... The production process is a bit complicated, it doesn’t have much promotional value.”

”It’s good enough for personal use.” Xin Fat Man dipped a plate of fruits in salad cream, munched with delight, and nodded: ”You can practice your slingshot shooting in the morning... maybe it will even come in handy during the new hunters’ competition.”

”You’ve already had three afternoon teas, eat a little less, it’s good for your health.” Zheng Qing put away his slingshot and advised kindly.

”You already have three girlfriends, get involved with one less, it’s good for your health.” Fat Man rolled his eyes and retorted.

Zheng Qing’s face turned black instantly.

”I’m going to clear this up tonight!” He said angrily as he untied the squirrel from the vines and threw it to the orange cat who was waiting on the side.

Tuan Tuan squinted his eyes, his paws pressing down on one of the grey squirrel’s tails, his whiskers twitched, seeming extremely happy.

”Can you really clear it up?” Dylan stood in front of his dress mirror, rinsing the foam off his toothbrush, carefully examining his two shiny little vampire teeth in the mirror, and mumbled unclearly: ”These things usually get darker the more you explain.”

”No, I can explain.” Zheng Qing waved his hand, exuding full confidence.

”Yeah yeah, you can explain.” Dylan perfunctorily replied, opening the closet in front of him, beckoning: ”Come over and help me pick a suitable cuff link, and a belt...I can’t receive guests looking shabby.”