High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2655 - 876: Another 3-Day Mini-Holiday

Although he received a reminder from Zhongshan, life must go on.After more than a year at First University, Zheng Qing’s height hasn’t changed much, but his heart has grown significantly. Having been blown to bits, walked the Death’s edge in the Land of Void, ventured through the Dreamland, played a minor role in the Black Prison battlefield, and more, it’s evidently difficult for him to remain constantly vigilant against a group of sneaky ravens.

In comparison, he feels that next Thursday’s class at Edge Academy seems even scarier.

Time is just like that.

When you’re idle, time seems to stagnate, making your boredom even more boring; when you’re unwilling to face a certain moment, time passes even faster.

The Friday night walk with Jiang Yu still sizzles in Zheng Qing’s memory.

Yet time blinked, and two days had passed.

During these two days, aside from attending classes and doing homework, all of Zheng Qing’s free time was spent educating ’Zheng’s three sisters.’ He frequently went to Greenhill Mansion, and incidentally whispered a couple of pointless comments like ’don’t call Zheng Zha’ next to Poseidon’s ear, so much so that he missed the third private hunting match held by the Starry Sky Hunting Team.

Zhang Ji Xin had significant complaints about this.

"If you are unable to balance hunting team activities because of your studies, I can understand. But if you repeatedly miss hunting team activities due to personal reasons, it’s very unprofessional behavior. Atonement is already a formally registered hunting team, and at all times, we need to maintain enough professionalism to not affect others’ evaluations of our team!"

Before the Sunday night class meeting, Zhang Ji Xin came to the classroom more than half an hour early to have a serious conversation with Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing sat upright and nodded repeatedly, while pondering on how to correct the innate habits of the three Great Elves.

Being born as Sprites, they are naturally the most qualified maids who won’t refuse any requests from Wizards—looking on the bright side, being helpful is an excellent traditional virtue; on the darker side, one might carelessly end up selling them only for them to help with record-keeping.

Especially as the three Great Elves are no longer tiny ones the size of a palm.

With a height of over one meter and exquisite, beautiful faces, they hold great appeal for perverts. Just a short two-day observation made Zheng Qing uneasy about the decision made on Friday, feeling that the time allocated for them to understand the world was too short and that they hadn’t developed self-protection skills.

"Are you listening to me?"

Zhang Ji Xin waved his hand in front of Zheng Qing’s eyes, looking at the seemingly absent-minded Hunting Team Leader with squinted eyes, appearing increasingly menacing: "You are listening to me, right?"

"Exactly! Professionalism is the soul of a hunting team!" Zheng Qing nodded seriously—this multitasking skill was slowly honed during his long learning career—and didn’t hold back in praising the Red-faced Male Wizard: "And you are the epitome of professionalism in our team... when you handle things, I can rest assured!"

"Is this a matter of being assured or not?" Zhang Ji Xin was obviously not someone to be easily fooled by such nonsense, his eyebrows furrowed to Old High upon hearing this.

"Just hold on for two months! Just two months!"

Zheng Qing, with one plan failing, conceived another, grabbing the hand of the Red-faced Male Wizard and raising two fingers with utmost sincerity: "As long as the semester ends, and I am completely free, all the team’s work will be handed over to me! You can then enjoy hotpot and sing songs, focusing on strategy analysis and tactical research!"

Admittedly, this promise was quite enticing.

As Zhang Ji Xin was pondering.

Xin Fat Man’s voice suddenly reached their ears: "Hotpot? Who ate hotpot? Isn’t today the Cold Food Festival? You being part of Jiuyou Academy, eating hotpot? Where is your sense of responsibility? Honor? And you even kept it from me? Where is your conscience!"

He held a Beta Town Post, displaying a face of deep disappointment.

Today is April 4th, the day before Qingming, coinciding with the Cold Food Festival; however, this festival is like Diwali or Eid, popular among specific Wizard groups. Comparatively, more students from Jiuyou Academy celebrate this festival.

Watching the agitated fat wizard, Zheng Qing suspected his reaction was so intense merely because he wasn’t invited for hotpot. But the issue was, they hadn’t eaten hotpot today.

"You misheard."

The team leader hurriedly explained, worried about cracks appearing within the team: "I was just giving an example earlier; today, I’ve been nibbling on cold cakes and raw vegetables all day. I haven’t had so much as a sip of hot tea, let alone hotpot!"

"Is that so?" The Fat Wizard suspiciously looked at Zhang Ji Xin.

The Red-faced Male Wizard reluctantly nodded: "It was indeed an example... you arrived just in time, I can see it now; this Hunting Team is about to fall apart, never seen such a negligent team leader!"

He had already recovered from Zheng Qing’s drawn promise.

"You should take him to meet ’One Two Three,’ he would definitely change his mind. He was my rival back then!" The Fat Wizard patted Zheng Qing’s shoulder, returning to leafing through the newspaper.

"What ’One Two Three’?" Zhang Ji Xin asked, puzzled.

"Brother Qing’s little sprites, three of them transformed into Great Elves, he named them ’Zheng Suyi, Zheng Sushuang, Zheng Susan,’ abbreviated as ’One Two Three.’" The Fat Wizard’s head popped out from behind the newspaper, looking surprised: "Did I not mention this morning during the Starry Sky Hunting Team competition?"

"Oh oh!"

Zhang Ji Xin, like a crowing rooster, suddenly realized and explained: "I recall you said you wanted to take me to Greenhill Mansion to have a look; I thought you meant there was a new maid there, so I agreed..."

"Why are you interested in the maids of Greenhill Mansion!"

Zheng Qing couldn’t help but ridicule, finally recalling that during the first semester, both of these guys showed significant interest in Li Meng, although they didn’t act on it in the end, those past behaviors still raised some questions.

Zhang Ji Xin pretended not to hear Zheng Qing’s ridicule.

He also finally stopped harping on Zheng Qing’s neglect towards the hunting team.

With a flick of the Fat Wizard’s newspaper, Zhang Ji Xin awkwardly changed the topic: "No point discussing those meaningless things. Are there any news stories in the newspaper about the Buer World Cup?"

"The World Cup is not until June; many team selections haven’t finalized yet." Xin Fat Man shook his head, fluttering the newspaper in hand: "Today’s most lively discussion topic is about Qingming Festival weather... Many people think arranging rain every Qingming is a kind of prejudice and outdated tradition, a distortion of life by magic, and it’s time for a change."