Chapter 116 Mr. Teaching Assistant

The immortals in the wizarding world often laugh at the short-lived ones, who always make the same mistakes, generation after generation.

It's like humans laughing at a fish that has only five seconds of memory.

However, unlike those fish who really only have a five-second memory, humans are often good at using their memories to embellish the facts.

For example, Duke Zhou used morality to cover up the bloody memory of the Yin Ruins, turning the history of cannibalism into a legendary horror story in the Spring and Autumn Period; another example is the perseverance and pioneering spirit of the pioneers of Great America. In fact, they are just villains, scum, and losers from the Old World; for another example, in Zheng Qing's impression, Mr. Hilda, the former escort of the special plane, was a very reliable and reassuring character.

However, reality is always much crueler than memory.

In the green valley, on an open grassland.

The freshmen from Astronomy Class 08-1 of Jiuyou College and Alchemy Class 08-1 of Alpha Academy watched in silence as the 12-year-old little witch interacted happily with the teacher of the practical class, looking at each other in silence.

"Sir, sir, why do you have so many pigtails on your head?" Li Meng looked at Hilda's pigtails with curiosity and raised her hand to ask.

"My hair is like snow, binding my thoughts." Hilda looked sad and sad.

Zheng Qing shuddered and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in horror, trying his best to connect the reassuring figure in his mind with the funny face in front of him.

"Then sir, why are there so many iron rings on your face and so many copper nails?" Li Meng waved her short arms persistently and jumped up to ask.

"The nail on the door locked my life and death." Hilda covered her face with her sleeves, her voice choked with sobs.

So, what does face have to do with doors, life and death? Zheng Qing looked at the two guys in front of him who seemed to be acting in a drama with a sad look on his face, and forced himself to resist the urge to roar.

He turned around and saw that many students in Jiuyou Academy still looked dull. Xiao Xiao, on the other hand, was expressionless and looked a bit serious - of course, this was not surprising, after all, Xiao Xiao had this serious expression in all the teachers' classes.

Opposite them, those Alpha freshmen in white robes seemed not to be affected by the scene at all. They could still look at the teacher without changing their expressions, as if he was talking about some profound magical knowledge.

No wonder many people say that Alpha is a hypocrite. Everyone is honest with me. Zheng Qing nodded secretly.

"Sir, why are you covering your face?" In the venue, Li Meng waved his arms, his eyes full of questions.

"Of course..." Hilda hid her face and gradually lowered her voice.

"What?" Li Meng squeezed out of the crowd and approached the young assistant coach, trying to hear what he was saying.

"Ah!" The teacher in the practical class suddenly put down his sleeves and put his face in front of Li Meng.

The pale, bulging eyeballs were like two peeled hard-boiled eggs, stuck outside the eye sockets of the teaching assistant; pinpoint-sized pupils were dripping and turning around on the eyeballs, and blood vessels of uneven thickness were hanging sparsely on the eyeballs. Added a bit of weirdness.

The face was a little swollen, and the skin on the face seemed to be wrinkled by hot water, making it look tattered.

The left half of the nose was missing, leaving only a huge, abrupt black hole; and the other half of the nose seemed to have been smashed with a hammer, crumbling under the restraints of a few fragile muscles.

The dark tongue was half hanging out of the lips, with cyan mucus flowing on it.

In short, if this face is placed in any horror movie, it can definitely serve as the ultimate boss.

"Ah!!!" Li Meng responded to the assistant coach's move with a loud scream.

"Fuck!!" The freshmen standing in the front row were also startled by this honor, and they rolled and crawled back.

"Axi!" Zheng Qing came back to his senses, with ten thousand alpacas running past in his mind.

Obviously, this random practical class teacher suddenly wanted to scare everyone for some reason.

But this is class!

Zheng Qing rolled up his sleeves and suppressed the urge to rush forward and beat him. Because he knew that his force level could not suppress the assistant teacher at the moment, and the only consequence of rushing forward would be to be counter-suppressed.

If he had a textbook in his hand, he would smash it viciously on the ground.

The other freshmen who had calmed down gathered around again in twos and threes, and a few strong boys began to look at Assistant Hilda up and down maliciously.

In the center of the field, the teaching assistant who felt good about himself stood up straight, spread his hands, shrugged, and accidentally knocked the eyeballs out of his eyes.

"This is your future!" Hilda raised her hand, stuffed the eyeballs that fell out of her sockets back, and shouted in a high-pitched voice: "Poisoned! Blind! Disfigured! Mutilated limbs!"

Four horrifying images appeared out of thin air around the freshmen, scrolling to display various miserable scenes.

When the projection disappeared, Assistant Hilda's face returned to normal.

The familiar decadent face covered with copper nails and iron rings reappeared in front of everyone.

Zheng Qing was surprised to find that he suddenly felt that this face looked much more pleasing to the eye.

Hilda waved her arms and shouted at the top of her lungs:

"What you see is the future that the wizard who hunts monsters will face!"

"This world is cruel!"

"You never know what you're going to face next."

"If you are not ready, then please turn around and leave my class!"

"If you are ready, then stand in line! Wait for the song of hunting monsters to sound!"

"Now." The teaching assistant opened his eyes wide and glanced away from the nervous young faces: "Tell me your choice!"

Every freshman stood quietly in the line.

No one chooses to leave.

The teaching assistant nodded with satisfaction and smiled gently.

"Then, please ask our lovely classmate Li Meng to stand back in the queue." Hilda waved her hand casually, opened the Dharma book in her hand, and said, "Rearrange the formation according to the groupings of the previous class!"

The first practical class was held indoors.

At that time, the teaching assistant behaved very normally. Like the teachers in other courses, he just called the names, got familiar with the faces in the two classes, listened to their self-introductions, and then divided the freshmen into groups.

According to his explanation in the previous class, all course arrangements and homework requirements for practical classes are completed in groups.

After hearing the teacher's arrangement, the two freshmen teams began to mingle, each trying to find their partner.

"Li Meng?" Assistant Coach Hilda squinted at the young witch standing beside her blankly. She reached out and patted her shoulder: "You can go back to the team."

"Uh!" Li Meng burped loudly, rolled his eyes, and fell straight to the ground.

The freshmen were stunned for a moment and suddenly fell into a greater panic.