High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2118: Chapter 239: Zheng Qing’s Titles

6:30 in the evening.

Less than half an hour until the class meeting starts, Zheng Qing quietly slipped out of the labyrinth of bookshelves.

He originally thought that outside the library there would be a large crowd of wizards holding torches and straw men, parading, shouting, protesting, wanting to capture him and burn him alive.

But in fact, apart from the wizard at the front desk dealing with loan registration glancing at him twice, the whole library atmosphere was no different from his memory—students coming and going looked exhausted, stepping hurriedly, as if the crowd watching him that morning was just a dream and delusion.

This made all the psychological construction he had been doing feel like a punch to cotton, bringing a sense of inexplicable emptiness.

”Are you sure you want to borrow this book?”

The librarian eyed the book in her hand, then carefully looked at the warlock who was scanning his surroundings, her attitude very cautious: ”If possible, I hope you can provide a reason for borrowing.”

The book she held was ”Near-Death Experience.”

Zheng Qing finally listened to the suggestion of the bookshelf and borrowed it.

”It’s a suggestion from the bookshelf.” The young cost student answered honestly: ”Also, I’ve seen a Big Wizard reading this book and I’m somewhat curious about its content.”

”Is it Su Councilor?” The librarian blinked, and before he could answer, she smoothly signed the loan slip, with a lighthearted tone, she laughed: ”The shelves in the library rarely make appearances, but their recommendations are generally quite reliable... Moreover, you do indeed need such a book to adjust your mindset.”

Zheng Qing felt a sense of empathy and nodded repeatedly.

Earlier, he had briefly flipped through the book’s contents, many discussions involved death, souls, high-dimensional spaces, and classical mysticism, but there were also many discussions related to magical philosophy associated with near-death experiences—such as the fear of death, reassessing life goals and self-worth after near-death, searching for the meaning of life, sense of mission, higher goals and more detached attitudes, etc.

Detachment.

This was the keyword that ultimately made Zheng Qing take ”Near-Death Experience” off the shelf, for now, he greatly needed a book that could help him with psychological construction and face the clamor of public opinion.

Of course, aside from this, the book also contained many detailed case studies to help readers understand the feelings of individuals in near-death situations in different contexts—this was very much what Zheng Qing needed, he felt it would be best to understand more about the state of near death, so as not to panic when faced with crisis.

Also very pessimistic.

”Wear your hood when you leave,”

When the librarian handed over the ”Near-Death Experience” to the young cost student, she kindly reminded: ”Although the sky is already dark, young people’s eyesight is always exceptionally keen, especially when it comes to seeing what they want to see... By the way, the hood on your robe isn’t just for keeping you dry and warm.”

Zheng Qing, following Jian Ruiliu’s advice, had already draped the wide hood over his head before leaving the library.

He quickly discovered this was indeed a good idea, with the hood up and walking around campus, apart from those very familiar, most passersby would find it difficult to recognize whose hurried figure they brushed past.

This was an intermediary choice between an invisibility talisman and being out in the open.

Because it was the weekend, there weren’t many students in the teaching building—even at Jiuyou Academy, not every class holds a class meeting every week—when Zheng Qing arrived at East 601, there were less than ten minutes before the class meeting started.

”Welcome! Warm welcome!”

As Zheng Qing took off his hood at the doorway, the stick figure behind the door screeched in excitement: ”Presenting the Merlin Medal recipient, magic wand holder titled ’World’, First University’s cost student, Atonement Hunting Team Leader, war hero wizard of the Black Prison battle, male host of Greenhill Mansion, First Gentleman, Prince of Jiuyou, Young Master of Green Hills, shop manager, The Undying, and the magnificent Lord of Nightmare to enter!!”

A handful of titles, it recited them quickly and accurately, yet very clearly, so much so that when it finished that long speech, the entire classroom hadn’t yet fully reacted, plunged into a peculiar yet reasonable silence.

Zheng Qing’s foot lingered over the threshold of the classroom for a long time, unable to land, he seriously started considering the possibility of chopping off that foot while simultaneously covering himself with a ton of invisibility talismans.

Soon, he realized he couldn’t bear to cut off his foot, nor did he have a ton of invisibility talismans.

Relatively speaking, tearing the stick figure behind the door into pieces seemed more feasible. But before he could act, the stick figure behind the door supplemented in a very low voice: ”...Clause 17 of Section 3 of the ’First University Campus Management Regulations’ stipulates that it is strictly forbidden to destroy the habitat of magical creatures within the campus, damage the living environment of magical life; violators will be warned, severely warned, or be placed under school probation, etc.”

It enunciated the four words ’school probation’ with exceptional clarity.

The arm of the young cost student froze mid-air.

Then, there was a sudden burst of commotion and noise in the classroom—since the hunting competition ended and the report in Horn Daily came out, Zheng Qing hadn’t truly appeared in school anymore, even though some guessed he might still be attending classes, no one had confirmed it, and the atmosphere in the school was odd, all things considered, everyone tacitly accepted his disappearance.

So, seeing the young cost student openly appear at the moment inevitably caused an uproar.

In an instant, whistling sounds, desk pounding, screaming, greetings, etc., were happening endlessly, many impatiently left their seats, squeezed in front of Zheng Qing wanting to get the most authoritative answer firsthand.

Of course, some expressed anger at Zheng Qing’s arrival.

”You dare show up?!”

Li Meng classmate jumped onto her seat upon seeing Zheng Qing’s figure, but before finishing her sentence, she was pulled back by her cousin, suppressed below her homework notebook.

”It’s good you’re alive, it’s good you’re alive.” Tang Dun patted Zheng Qing’s shoulder, full of sighs.

”What did I say!” Duan Xiao Jian loudly boasted to those around him, his expression excited: ”I saw Brother Qing in the cafeteria this morning, and he said he would definitely come tonight!”

However, however, Zheng Qing distinctly remembered he did not say such a thing.

”Brother Qing, Horn Daily said you’re moving to live in Greenhill Mansion, is that true?”

”Rumor!” Zheng Qing responded very decisively and loudly.

”Brother Qing, when will you bring Poseidon over next... It really likes eating the little biscuits I bake! And those sprites you have, I prepared new paper houses for them!”

”In, an appropriate time.” When responding to the witch’s requests, Zheng Qing couldn’t directly refuse.

”Boss, how did you escape so many curses?”

”Did you know about last Saturday’s parade?”

Not only did I know, I participated; not only participated, I personally burned a straw man.

Zheng Qing while internally griping about everyone’s odd questions, wore an awkward yet polite dry smile on his face, as he squeezed through the noisy crowd, tiptoeing swiftly towards the back row of the classroom.