High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2834: Chapter 1055: Project Accident

The beautiful witch was sitting behind the tall desk.

The big black cat and the little black cat were lying on the soft, fluffy carpet.

Zheng Qing drooped his ears, looking dejected.

Obviously he was the one who had been lewd just now, so why did it feel like he was the one who got the short end of the stick, while the real pervert was that witch sitting behind the desk with an innocent face?

For no reason, a sentence surfaced in his mind—only when you’re in a relatively higher position, with the psychological upper hand, can you act lewd. If both parties are on equal footing, you can’t really be lewd.

Just like the relationship between him and the owner of this room.

”Speaking of which—”

Behind the desk, Su Shijun unhurriedly took off her glasses, carefully wiping them with a piece of velvet cloth, her tone carrying a hint of curiosity: ”Why do I feel like you’ve been turning into a cat very frequently these past few days? ...Is it because you’re too embarrassed to face me in human form?”

The moment she made the motion of taking off her glasses, the black cat quickly lowered his eyelids. So when he heard her ’casually slandering him,’ he could still feel a spark of anger rising from his heart, thinking about how to refute her nonsense.

But the black gem cat didn’t have that kind of quick wit.

Zheng Qing hadn’t even had time to open his mouth.

The black gem cat, who had just regained its freedom, eagerly wagged its tail and scooted closer: ”That’s not it at all! It’s completely not what you think! It’s purely because there’s going to be a registered shape-shifting wizard certification this weekend, so I, cough, cough, I mean he, he plans to practice more before the certification exam...”

The black cat cast a resentful look at the tiny thing beside him.

”Is this really my avatar?!”

He felt this piece of stone really couldn’t be kept anymore.

”I see!”

The witch behind the desk looked suddenly enlightened, then gave Zheng Qing a suggestion he simply couldn’t refuse: ”Do you want me to have a word with the teacher in charge of the certification, and just let you pass directly?”

The black cat couldn’t help raising his head, his face full of shock: ”—You can do that?”

”Of course not.”

The witch without glasses showed not the slightest unease after tricking a cat; cheerfully and arrogantly she said: ”I just feel that teasing you once in a while is good for my physical and mental health.”

At any other time, the black cat would definitely have flicked his tail and turned around to leave.

But right now.

He widened his eyes, sat side by side with the black gem cat, tails swaying, obediently squatting in front of the witch’s desk, not a trace of anger on his face. There was nothing he could do—she was too beautiful; even if she lied, she could be forgiven.

Beauty is a concept full of magic.

Just like love and sacrifice.

The effect of these concepts depends on how long they linger in your consciousness.

Just like tonight.

After leaving Greenhill Mansion, the black cat drove the black gem cat off to study under the Cat Fruit Tree, while he himself returned to the dorm and immediately dove into bed, pulling the covers over his head to sleep, trying to ease the psychological trauma he had suffered at Greenhill Mansion, and at the same time erase the deep impression that beautiful face had left in his heart.

To make sure the erasing was more thorough, he didn’t even resume his original form, directly falling asleep in his black cat form.

Originally he thought he could sleep peacefully until dawn.

Who knew that not long after he closed his eyes, he was jolted awake by a violent knocking on the door.

”Who is it?”

The black cat stuck his head out from the bed curtain, peering outside.

”Who’s out there?”

The lights flicked on, and the Fat Wizard also shouted, full of fire. He swung his legs off the bed, cursing under his breath, a faint blue glow named anger flashing across his face, striding toward the door.

At the same time, Xiao Xiao lifted his own bed curtain, quietly put on his glasses, and, without drawing attention, unfolded his Bamboo Slip Law Book.

The black cat fished out his pocket watch and glanced at the time.

Zero twenty-seven.

Just past midnight.

Creaaak.

The dormitory door opened.

A large group of wizards in black robes and grey robes surged in, forcing the Fat Wizard directly ’back’ to the desk; the rolling Magic Power, along with the draft that swept through, instantly blew away the Fat Wizard’s waking temper.

The leading wizard wore a stern expression; the elder wizards behind him all had gloomy faces, every one of them looking like they’d just lost their parents.

The blue glow on the Fat Wizard’s face obediently shrank back, and he quickly stepped backward, pulling out a feather pen and notebook.

Whoosh!

The curtain around Zheng Qing’s bed was yanked open.

He squinted, trying to find some kind of balance between the dazzling light and the swaying silhouettes, while a series of hurried yet extremely orderly exchanges sounded by his ears—

”Why is it a cat?”

”It’s Transformation Technique... The Guard Team has confirmed that the target’s transformed form is indeed a black cat. Mr. Ernest? Mr. Ernest! Please come confirm.”

The tall old man in a grey robe squeezed through the crowd and stood in front of the black cat, waving a hand in front of his eyes: ”Student Zheng Qing? Can you hear me? Can you undo the Transformation Technique right now?”

The black cat narrowed his eyes and nodded slowly, confused.

A chorus of relieved sighs rose around him, leaving him even more at a loss.

The curtain was drawn closed again.

But the conversation outside the curtain did not stop—

”Confirm identity!”

”Identity confirmed, no mistake!”

”Clean up the site.”

”Sound Insulation Barrier deployed! Dust-warding Barrier deployed! External Magic Power circulation system constructed! Spatial resonator placed successfully—space expansion complete!”

”Where’s the examination platform?”

”It’ll be set up in ten seconds!”

Whoosh!

The curtain was pulled open again, and the question Zheng Qing had been about to ask died in his throat at the astonishing scene before his eyes. The originally cramped and narrow dorm 403 had, in the span of a few dozen seconds, turned into a hall; the dorm’s two other residents were now standing several dozen meters away from Zheng Qing, in their pajamas, sitting by the desk in a daze.

The Law Book in Xiao Xiao’s hands had vanished without a trace, the Crystal Ball in his arms had turned into Fatty Cat Tuan Tuan; the feather pen and notebook in Xin Fat Man’s hands had also been confiscated, leaving him with arms crossed, looking thoroughly unlucky.

A dozen or so black-robed and grey-robed wizards were divided into three groups: some were calibrating a finely crafted chair that looked like a medical device from the school hospital, some were on the other side, injecting a light green liquid into a freshly assembled ’glass coffin,’ and some were anxiously pacing back and forth in front of Zheng Qing’s bed.

When they saw the boy get out of bed, everyone seemed to let out a heavy breath of relief.

”Student Zheng Qing, how do you feel?” The leading wizard strode forward and placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder, asking with concern.

It was Professor Montreya.

Zheng Qing hesitated and nodded, unsure what exactly he was being asked about. At the same time, he quickly glanced around and saw many familiar faces—such as Master Ernest from the School Works Committee, Zhang Yu from the teaching assistant group, the long-missed Doctor Du Zemu, Rune Soldier Class Professor Mr. Severus, Jiuyou Academy’s administrative office director Professor An, Alpha Academy’s Professor Charles, and so on, practically encompassing all the power structures in the school.

”What happened?”

Even someone as slow as Zheng Qing could tell something must have happened, and he also stopped a Young Wizard who was trying to stick a mana extreme piece onto his body.

The Elder Wizards looked at each other, and in the end, it was Professor Montreya who stepped forward and gave a brief explanation.

”There’s been a problem with the Giant God Soldier project.”

His face was a bit ashen; although his gaze was still as firm as ever, his whole being seemed to have aged a lot overnight, with a few extra shades of heavy duskiness: ”—Of the other six suitable candidates who participated in the last experiment, one has fallen into a coma from lifespan depletion and is currently undergoing emergency treatment in the school hospital. The other four have also shown varying degrees of aging... including a Big Wizard.”