The 20th week of practice exams are not good.
Zheng Qing felt that he could get good results in most assessments, except for alchemy - candidates were asked to use the fire cotton glue imaging technique invented by the famous alchemist Archer to take a clear photo of the synthetic beast they had refined before.
This imaging technique requires evenly applying a layer of fire cotton glue on the glass base plate, and then immediately immersing it in silver nitrate solution to enhance the sensitivity of the base plate. Because the dryer the fire cotton glue, the lower the sensitivity, so the wet glass base plate must be placed into the camera before the fire cotton glue on the glass plate is dry for exposure. The whole process is only a few minutes. If the negative film fails to successfully take the film before drying, it will not be able to show or fix.
During the shooting, the synthetic beast he refined suddenly became manic, causing him to be in a hurry, resulting in a faint wet feeling left on the silver nitrate solution on the glass bottom when it was finally exposed.
Unexpectedly, the photos he took in the end were not successful enough, and he could only see the blurry outline of the synthetic beast.
This incident made young public students feel uneasy.
Until January 18th, the day of Great Cold, all the exams for this semester were over, and most of the students had packed up and went home. When all the members of the Yusin Hunting Team went to Wandering Bar to party, Zheng Qing was still obsessed with this exam.
"I'm so stupid, really."
The captain of Yusin Hunting Team raised a cup of warm green bee and touched Zhang Jixin. He sighed listlessly: "I only knew that the synthetic beast would go crazy when it was exposed, but I forgot to add another soft-legged spell, and it broke free from the binding spell... When I tied it up again, the magic potion on the bottom of the glass was almost dry... The entire examination room left my synthetic beast... I was almost a joke in a public-paid student..."
The young wizards who heard these words were not a hundred times, but eighty times.
"Think about it!"
The red-faced witch filled a few bottles of Siren Rum, her lips and tongue had turned dark blue, and her face turned into purple. After hearing Zheng Qing complaint, he waved his wide slap, bang bang, as if he wanted to slap the young public fund into the bar: "You should change the angle... For example, the synthetic beasts prepared by others are not as powerful as yours! When you think about it, are you happy?... Cheers to the synthetic beasts that can break free from the binding curse!"
Gurgle!
Before Zheng Qing could get up from the bar, Elder Zhang raised his neck and killed the half bottle of Siren Rum in his hand. Then his face became more and more purple, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blue fluorescent light. From a distance, he looked like Fatty Xin's distant relative.
Just as this thought flashed through Zheng Qing's mind.
Fatty Xin's fat figure squeezed between him and Zhang Jixin with difficulty. Zheng Qing noticed that a sexy purple rose was folded into his chest.
"Linda really said she was coming?" The fat wizard pulled her collar anxiously, and her tone was a little uneasy: "Is it possible that you remember the wrong time..."
"Merlin is here, who would wear such a robe in the bar... Others would think you were planning to attend a dance... Do you know? You look like a Romanian vampire now!" Zhang Jixin popped the purple rose on the fat wizard's chest and laughed.
The smooth robe fabric flashed mysterious colors under the dim lights of the bar. Judging from the style and fabric alone, this robe should cost a lot of gold for the fat wizard.
Zheng Qing stared at the rose on her robe for a few seconds, and finally murmured blankly: "I'm so stupid, really..."
"Yes, yes, you have become a joke in public-paid students!"
The fat wizard irritably interrupted the chattering young public-paid student and turned to look at Zhang Jixin: "Did Brother Zha'er get a vicious curse during this period, or have you taken the wrong medicine? I think he didn't care so much about his public-paid student's 'honor' before..."
The witch with purple-red face shrugged her shoulders without any comments.
Zheng Qing also silently gave himself a sip of wine.
Indeed, if it were put before - even a few months ago - if such a low-level mistake occurred in the final exam, he would at most treat it as a joke and laughed to his companions, and would never talk to his companions like Xianglin Sao for a long time.
But before, the relationship between Su Shijun and him was exposed, and later, Lao Yao proposed the suggestion of "graduating early", Zheng Qing suddenly felt a little more urgency and an inexplicable sense of "mission".
This feeling may be somewhat similar to the honor of the Yuexia clans, making Zheng Qing feel in private that he must work hard and excellence enough, otherwise it will disappoint many people.
Especially the meeting with Professor Yao not long ago.
Although there has never been a positive confirmation, the long-term subtle influence has made Zheng Qing gradually realize his true identity - from his familiarity with the school to his huge influence on the school; from the special preferential treatment of professors such as Lao Yao to himself, to the relationship between him and the forbidden spell mentioned by the teacher; from "Arriving in the First University" to "The Encyclopedia of the Wizarding World", etc., these inconspicuous clues have woven a certain affirmative but undetermined answer in the minds of young public-funded students.
Perhaps out of the influence of the teacher's calmness, or perhaps as a disciple's intuition, Zheng Qing subconsciously felt that this relationship could not be resorted to, otherwise it would affect the teacher's state of being separated from the world and bring more trouble to the teacher.
So, if the gentleman doesn't mention it, he pretends not to know.
As a tacit secret between the two.
But in the last conversation, Professor Yao showed amazing frankness, almost to the point of name. This frankness made the young wizard deeply uneasy. He urgently needed to perform better in order to take on the responsibility of what seemed to come at any time and crush him into a piece of meat paste.
This invisible urgency collided with the ensuing alchemy test room accident, which made Zheng Qing feel extremely frustrated.
Thinking of this, he shook his head hard and noticed that his wine glass was empty.
"Who saw my wine bottle?" The captain of Yusin Hunting Team shouted.
"Maybe you should look under the table," the fat wizard burped, his face brightly lit. "As far as I know, you often have things falling underneath... Just like when I was packing up this morning, I found an undisassembled Christmas gift package under your bed."
"Why did you go to my bed?" Zheng Qing opened his hazy eyes wide and asked in a vague voice. People's thinking was always particularly keen when they were half drunk.
Chapter completed!