High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2092: Chapter 313: Daily Horn Newspaper

With Zheng Qing’s previous experience as a cautionary tale, the other wizards in the Absolution Hunting Team became more cautious with their ’gift boxes,’ including Jiang Yu and Li Meng, who both postponed opening them until they returned to the dormitory in the evening.

What annoyed Zheng Qing was that, according to the received messages, besides him, no one else received ’doll in female attire’ or similar prank toys; they all received normal gifts, and Su Councilor even thoughtfully gave gifts that were best suited for each person.

Xiao Xiao’s box contained a century-old dried turtle shell, along with a disposable iron chisel that could be used to drill holes in the turtle shell during divination.

Xin Fat Man received a golden feather pen, said to be left by a very famous campus newspaper editor in the history of First University, capable of automatically correcting grammatical errors during writing.

Zhang Ji Xin got a brand new pair of boxing gloves, Dylan got a set of tooth-cleaning tools stored in a coffin-shaped box, Blue Bird received a small bottle of black jade intermittent ointment, and Li Meng received two homework books.

That’s right, two books.

The gifts opened from the two boxes she chose were both homework, one was an advanced magic script exercise book, and the other was a must-memorize reference for potion making, both of substantial weight.

The little witch sat on the bed gloomily for half an hour, finally pinched her nose and accepted the advanced magic script exercise book.

After all, compared to memorizing prescriptions, translating magic script seems a bit easier.

In the entire Absolution Hunting Team, she is probably the second unluckiest person after Zheng Qing.

As for Jiang Yu, the box contained a white crystal-carved small cat, with a yarn ball carved from the same white crystal under its paw, playing merrily.

”Wow! This little cat is so cute!”

Li Meng dropped her homework and excitedly leaned over next to her cousin to look, even unable to resist reaching out to touch the little cat, which squinted its eyes and let out a comfortable purring sound.

Li Neng the plush bear similarly on tiptoe, climbed up on the other side of the gift box, sticking his head out to look at the little thing playing inside, his eyes sparkling brightly.

”Perhaps.”

Jiang Da Headmaster calmly closed the lid under the disappointed eyes of Li Meng and the bear, then reminded Li Meng: ”Start doing that magic script exercise book tomorrow, do a page a day... Can’t let Su Councilor’s good intentions go to waste.”

The little witch’s expression collapsed immediately.

The plush bear shrank his body, tiptoeing to sneak towards the corner of the bed, afraid to anger someone in this dreadful atmosphere.

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Life is always worse than you think.

When you think everything is getting better, it’s usually when the bad luck starts; when you think it’s already bad luck, it could actually be worse.

Zheng Qing deeply resonates with this perspective.

From missing the runner-up of the campus hunting party to wearing a luxurious crinoline skirt and walking across half the campus to return to the dormitory at noon on Monday, the young wizard thought the world couldn’t get any worse than this.

The next day, reality gave him a cold glance.

Tuesday morning was a divination class.

After waking up, Zheng Qing, full of hope, drew a line at the lowest point of yesterday’s grid, as the starting point for today’s grid; reflecting on the recent grid, like a waterfall flying down from the previous river, several bald-headed bad luck grids smashed a steep and profound downward channel on his fortune chart.

Just as ’when the extreme reaches, good fortune comes,’ after being unlucky for so long, it should be his turn for a change of luck, right?

With this thought, Zheng Qing arrived at East Annex 1001 of the teaching building.

The heat of the campus hunting competition hadn’t completely dissipated, with many students still surrounding Nicholas, hoping to join the Fringe Hunting Team; one could vaguely hear him analyzing the Zeus Cup match information at an astonishing speed.

Zheng Qing smiled slightly and sat in his usual seat.

The other three members of the quartet hadn’t arrived yet; at this hour, the doctor should be in the library, Zhang Ji Xin was likely following behind his brother, as for Xin Fat Man...

As soon as this thought slid through Zheng Qing’s mind, the fat wizard’s huge figure stormed in from outside the classroom with a gust of fierce air, even ignoring Li Meng’s greeting, and made a beeline for Zheng Qing, seeming as though he was about to swallow him whole.

”What happened?”

Zheng Qing calmly flipped through his divination textbook, glancing at the fat wizard displeased, and admonished: ”You’re already a member of a famous hunting team now, need to be a bit more calm...”

”Ha, calm?”

Xin Fat Man sneered, throwing a newspaper on the table in front of Zheng Qing: ”Screw calm... take a look yourself, whether this matter requires calmness!”

Zheng Qing glanced at the newspaper’s header.

Daily Horn Newspaper.

A top-tier ’third-rate’ tabloid in the wizard world, mainly targeting the middle to lower-class wizard readers, with crude reporting methods and content that is neither objective nor neutral, having little market in ’high-end areas’ like Buji Island and First University. Especially the contents of this newspaper are filled with a large amount of vulgar, sensationalism and unprofessional writing styles, very fond of mocking the Mage Alliance and its lower-level organizations, so it’s banned from all formal organizational institutions of the Alliance.

What Zheng Qing remembers most is that this newspaper has been long using fixed pages to track Su Shijun’s relationship history, being called a fly paper by Su Daxu when she lashed out at it in Greenhill Mansion.

”Since when did you start reading the Daily Horn Newspaper,” the young wizard teased while picking up the newspaper with a chuckle: ”I remember you said the reports from this newspaper were like piles of dung, only dung beetles and flies would...”

His smile abruptly stopped.

As if swallowing that fly.

The page Xin Fat Man slammed in front of him used nearly half the newspaper to publish two photo collages. One was a photo of Su Shijun wearing a black robe with her back to the reader, her head tilted left as if looking at the figure in the frame on the left; the other was a photo of Zheng Qing wearing Jiuyou Academy’s red robe waving in greeting, his head slightly bowed, eyes rolled upwards, showing a sneaky look.

Between the two photos was the silhouette of a little fox pixelated in mosaic. Even with the cover-up, Zheng Qing could still recognize the blurred, flowing blue stripes on the little fox’s body.

As if sensing the silhouette outside the newspaper.

Su Shijun let out a soft hum, turned her head, completely turning her back to the reader, the black robe blending with the black background, turning the photo into a pitch-black base; while on the other side, Zheng Qing bowed his head completely, making it impossible to see his face at the moment.

Only the little fox between the two photos happily waved claw and wagged tail at the silhouette outside the newspaper, causing the large mosaic blocks to sway along continuously.

Click!

Zheng Qing didn’t dare continue reading, swiftly snapped the newspaper shut, and raised his hand to set up a barrier to block sound and sight, ensuring no sound inside the barrier would be transmitted outside.