High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 863 - 211: Professor’s Stance

Chapter 863: Chapter 211: Professor’s StanceThe weekend meeting was as dull as ever.

Collecting homework, reading weekly journals, Old Yao’s long and boring talks on veteran topics, and the students whose minds wandered everywhere, presented a variety of typical scenes. Additionally, those sneakily catching up on homework, quietly flipping through newspapers, and folding paper figures to fight in the desk holes were quite common as well.

In these meetings, students always found ways to pass the time.

Of course, some things remained unchanged, but there were also developments.

For example, the next week, which was the seventeenth week of the term and the fourth last week before the winter break, was set to be quite lively.

Wednesday was Christmas Eve, and as per tradition, Alpha Academy would hold a grand costume ball and Under the Moon parade, while Atlas would conduct large-scale blessing and prayer ceremonies.

Thursday was Christmas, which goes without saying. Although for some Traditional Wizards, Christmas or no Christmas made little difference to them, First University hadn’t cancelled this relatively famous holiday considering social unity.

Besides, the following Friday to Sunday, a three-day period, belonged to First University’s winter hunt.

Since this year’s Silent Forest was not very tranquil, the arrangement for the winter hunt was delayed by a few days compared to previous years. However, these few days clashed with the time for everyone’s final exam revision—Zheng Qing had heard more than one person complaining about the exam schedule set by the Professor’s joint meeting, and more than one claiming to give up the winter hunt to focus entirely on preparing for the final exams.

Xin Fat Man was among those wizards who wanted to give up on the winter hunt.

"This is my first time taking the final exams, what if I fail? Do I have to repeat my freshman year like Nicholas? Even if I have some free time after class, I still have to submit articles for the Campus Newspaper... A weekly submission isn’t a joke; it could make someone go bald!" After hearing Old Yao’s announcement of the schedule, Fat Man couldn’t help but turn around and complain to Zheng Qing.

Similar to him, more than half of the class was buzzing in discussion about the timing table on the board.

Without a doubt, that was a very bad timetable.

But at the same time, it was also a timetable with no flexibility whatsoever—the School Works Committee, the re

Zheng Qing was deeply moved upon hearing this, feeling a strong sense of support from behind.

However, remembering his relationship with Su Shijun and Xiao Xiao’s speculations, he became uncertain again—what use was there in complaining about Duke Milton even to Old Yao? Would the school arrange for the Duke to apologize to him? It would just cause needless trouble.

With this thought, he finally shook his head and said, "It’s nothing serious, just some misunderstandings."

Old Yao looked at him deeply, chuckled softly.

"Since it’s a misunderstanding, then find an opportunity to clear it up... If you need the school’s intervention, just file a report, don’t hesitate because it seems troublesome," he paused, then broached another matter, "Speaking of troubles, I remember you mentioned having trouble on Friday, how did that go?"

"Friday?" Zheng Qing blinked, momentarily confused.

Although it had been only around sixty to seventy hours since Friday, to Zheng Qing it felt like several weeks had passed. The sudden mention of that day by Old Yao indeed caught him unprepared.

"On Friday, you sent me a Flying Crane message saying your eyes were uncomfortable... How are they now?" As he spoke, Old Yao tapped on the lectern, without any other visible gesture, several slender vines sprouted from the void, deftly removing the large sunglasses from the young cost student’s face.

Behind the sunglasses were a pair of red, swollen eyes.

Zheng Qing blinked again, adapting to the slightly harsh external light, and also grasping what Old Yao meant.