High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 289 - 213 Dr. Xiao reading the fortune_1

Chapter 289: Chapter 213 Dr. Xiao reading the fortune_1

Turtle-back inkstone, purple brush, pine script ink, yellow paper.

Only when Zheng Qing had habitually pulled out the four treasures of study from his grey cloth bag did he suddenly realised that this was a magic text class.

His eyes swept over the students at the neighboring table, his hand hesitated for a moment, and he stuffed the stack of yellow paper back into the bag—this was the only thing he wouldn’t need.

Professor Emma had already instructed the little elves to distribute the practice paper for magic text to each student’s desk.

Clearly, she wanted these young wizards to dutifully practice at her pace.

Zheng Qing’s fingers traced over the small intricate patterns on the practice paper, striving to distinguish the hidden rules within, trying to familiarize himself with the pen strokes before he started writing.

Next to him, Doctor Xiao had already opened "Sky Writings", flipping through the lecture notes about the construction of magic texts with a rustling sound.

Zhang Ji Xin in the front row turned his face with a gloomy expression, looked at Doctor Xiao and the scholarship student methodically preparing for their writing, and sadly said, "Can you guys understand what the lecture notes are saying?"

Further away, Li Meng was wrinkling her small nose and complaining to Jiang Yu with distress, "This is so difficult... I feel like I’m definitely going to fail the final exam... what should we do, will teacher beat us?"

Xin Fat Man leaned over the aisle between the desks, poking half his body out, grinning and approaching before laughing, "Don’t worry Little Meng, brother here knows a bit about astronomy. Rest your worries on brother here!"

As he spoke, he patted his belly powerfully.

Despite the large school robe, Zheng Qing could clearly see the waves of flesh rolling over Fat Man’s belly.

Jiang Yu squinted her eyes, her jade wrist shaking lightly. She leisurely grinded the ink in the ink pond, seemingly not noticing the small incident that happened next to her.

Liu Fei Fei was looking at Xin Fat Man and Li Meng with a troubled face, obviously inexperienced in dealing with ’ruffians’.

Li Meng opened her wide eyes, carefully glanced over at Matthew, the handsome guy by the window, her face immediately changed, pulling out her law book tied with a pink bow, and fiercely jabbed Fat Man with the book spine.

"Go to hell!" The little spiritual witch lowered her voice and whispered a warning, "Keep babbling and I’ll put a curse on you!"

Maybe the spine of the law book was too hard, or the little spiritual witch’s threat scared Xin.

Fat Man’s round face pinched into a ball.

He looked just like a fresh steaming hot bun.

Watching this scene, Zheng Qing chuckled, his mood unconsciously relaxed a lot.

He propped up the wooden stand on his desk, put the lecture notes on it, rolled out the felt on the desk’s surface and carefully smoothed out each crease on the felt.

Then he scratched the turtle-shell inkstone with the purple brush that had been soaked with ink.

The little snake lazily yawned, bit the purple brush, and a stream of clear water gushed out from the corner of its mouth, wetting the tip of the brush.

Touching the handle of the purple brush covered with paste, Zheng Qing felt somewhat sentimental.

This brush had been with him for eighteen years.

During the one-month celebration of his birth, when he picked a ’sharp as a cone, sharp as a knife’ rabbit hair brush from a pile of gifts, the elders in his family were overjoyed.

Such a good sign!

Such a talented choice!

As a result, for more than a decade afterwards, Zheng Qing was always cursing at his own hand.

He often imagined that if he could have grabbed a gold coin or a silver ingot, or a seal or an abacus, his childhood might not have been so hard.

The purple brush soaked up the ink quickly.

Zheng Qing moved the brush to the practice paper, hovered it in mid-air, and it stayed perfectly still.

A familiar feeling welled up from the bottom of his heart, flowed along his veins, and was forcefully pumped to his fingertips.

Zheng Qing looked at the complex magic text on the lecture notes, his wrist moved lightly, the brush gliding smoothly like flight, without any feeling of resistance.

"During practice, no magical pens are allowed!"

Professor Emma’s loud voice echoed again in the classroom:

"Absolutely no use of any tools imbued with curses is permitted."

"This is absolutely unacceptable!"

Zheng Qing paused his task and looked up.

Professor Emma stood before a desk, brandishing a horse mane hard hair pen held aloft, yelling, her sharp gaze sweeping over every face in the classroom.

Next to her, Duan Xiao Jian was standing behind the desk, looking helpless and defeated.

"The purpose of having you all practice your pen’s feel and touch is to enhance your connection with the Magic Text!"

"This is the foundation for you to master Magic Text."

"Anyone, remember, anyone, is not allowed to cheat!"

"Otherwise, you will see a string of deducted credits on your student card before you even see my reward!"

"This is not a threat."

"This is your final warning! Remember that!"

"Yes, Ma’am!" The classroom erupted in somewhat scattered responses.

"Did you hear me clearly?" Professor Emma was clearly dissatisfied with the response.

"Yes, we heard you clearly!" Everyone put down their pens, looked up, and shouted with determination.

The professor nodded her approval.

Zheng Qing shrugged, pulled out the ruined draft paper from under his hand, crumbled it up, and with a flick of his wrist, accurately threw it into the arms of a small elf floating in midair.

The elf flapped its wings, giggling as it flew towards the waste bin with the wad of paper in its arms.

"You look kind of down," he said, spreading out a new piece of draft paper, glanced at Dr. Xiao, who was randomly flipping through his lecture notes next to him and casually asked, "Are you still thinking about what happened earlier?"

Before class, a few boys ran into Sima Yangyun, the history class instructor, on their way to the classroom.

For well-known reasons, the boys loved to stir up trouble in front of this beautiful lady.

Especially when Xiao Xiao was present as well.

Thus, that unexpected and delightful encounter just now was completely ruined by a few brutes.

Zheng Qing thought that if he were Xiao Xiao, he must also be quite upset.

"What?" Xiao Xiao looked up, confused, and asked Zheng Qing, "What just happened?"

"Playing dumb, I see." Zheng Qing glanced at him, pounded his purple hair pen into the turtle shell inkstone a couple of times, watched the pen nib absorb the ink, and grumbled, "Mister Sima ran off so quickly because of you."

"Oh, that," Xiao Xiao lowered his head, ruffled his messy hair vigorously, and said gloomily, "Things like that are all about fate. When the fate comes, things will go smoothly; when the fate is not there, you can’t force it."

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows in surprise, but without any hesitation, began to trace the Magic Text.

"I can’t believe you’re into metaphysics," he said, mocking, "Since you care so much about fate, why did you bother to give Mister Sima such a difficult time?"

"Whether or not I believe in metaphysics is not important," Xiao Xiao sat still, looked at Zheng Qing, and said seriously, "But I can feel a red aura enveloping you. Your brow is covered with darkness, and it seems that disaster will befall you soon."

Zheng Qing read the lecture notes about Fire Magic Text carefully, and painstakingly traced the parting line of the character, disregarded Dr. Xiao’s threats.

"There is something... I think you should know," Xiao Xiao kept rambling on next to him.

"Speak up, hurry up!" Zheng Qing held his breath, mouth slightly open, and lifted the pen carefully, surprisingly finding himself successfully forming the first Magic Text so smoothly, he couldn’t help feeling a bit proud. Could it be that he had an undiscovered language talent?

"Once you’ve finished tracing this character, you might want to look towards the classroom door," Xiao Xiao advised earnestly, "That way, you won’t always be caught up in other people’s gossip."

Zheng Qing finished the character and casually lifted his head.

Then his heart suddenly tightened.

A thin tongue of fire ignited quickly along the stop symbol of his stroke and turned into a ball of fire that floated in the air in an instant.