"Didn't you bring the elf?"
This is the first sentence Jiang Yu said after seeing Zheng Qing.
The male witch who had just left Master BaoYozi's sight was tense for a whole class because of his mental tension, and the joy agent happened to lose its effect, so he seemed a little dazed. It was not until the witch asked again that he came back to his senses.
"Hug, sorry, those elves are in a very delicate state now. We have limited time and are not sure if Dr. Duzem is at home, so..."
He murmured, and his gaze without focus stayed on the witch's face for a long time before raising his hand, rubbing his face hard, and lamenting: "...Huh... that class just now was so scary... You don't know, I was worried that Master Yangzi would hold my collar and throw me into Danhag..."
The witch held the book and led the two to the corridor leading to Beta Town, and snorted softly: "If anyone who didn't know this scene saw this, I would probably think you have more classes than me. I will have two classes tomorrow, neither of which is as chaotic as you...."
She was still very tactful and did not use worse adjectives.
Zheng Qing was speechless.
Indeed, logically speaking, Jiang Yu, who teaches 32 classes seven days a week, should work harder than Zheng Qing, who teaches 30 classes six days a week. You should know that the courses in the first university are all three-hour big classes, and normal students only have ten classes a week.
"Tomorrow's class..."
"The morning is a nymph language, and the afternoon is a phoenix language." The witch happily interrupted the boy's words.
"Well," Zheng Qing still knew this, and he didn't want to say this: "I always thought that after learning magical literature, I don't need to learn these strange languages."
"The magic text is only convenient for the lives of different races to communicate with each other, and cannot force everyone to use it to record their respective history or secrets. Specifically for the two languages ​​I chose, Ningfu is a very sensitive and exclusive race, so their language has many subtle changes, which can directly have a richer and more delicate emotional experience when used; while the Phoenix is ​​an ancient and noble race, and their language contains huge magic power and rich information... These are not completely replaced by mechanical and simple magic texts."
When talking about her elective courses, Jiang Yu suddenly became interested and felt quite talkative.
"That's amazing."
Zheng Qingzhen praised sincerely, but remembered his painful experience when he was studying English in his mind. He subconsciously compared it, which made him quite frustrated: "If it were me, I'm afraid I wouldn't have enough to master a foreign language for four years..."
"Foreign language? This word is quite interesting."
The witch held the book and nodded with a very small amplitude. She changed her mind and seemed to comfort Zheng Qing: "But don't be so negative. These two language courses are a little benefit from Lao Yao. These two courses sound profound, but not difficult. I passed the Nymph Language Professional Level Assessment when I was ten years old, and I got the Phoenix Language CET-4 Certificate at the age of thirteen... The assessment requirements on the syllabus are very relaxed. I heard from my seniors that during the final exam, it was not difficult to interpret a Nymph Language conversation with specified content and a cover of Phoenix Language Qing Ci."
Zheng Qing suspected that there was a huge difference between himself and the witch’s understanding of the word “difficult”.
Just like a country, nodding is no, shaking is yes.
Then he noticed the books held in the witch's arms - "Analysis of public policy implementation issues and countermeasures for the Wizard Alliance", "Different demands of radical wizards", "Old system and a era of drastic changes", etc.
He subconsciously frowned.
"I remember that you had a 'battle formation learning' this afternoon, a 'classic hunting competition analysis', and a 'hunting team management' tonight, remember correctly." The wizard asked cautiously.
Jiang Yu glanced at him with curved eyes: "That's right~!"
"Then these books..." Zheng Qing pointed to the vast amount of information in her arms, becoming increasingly confused: "I feel that it has nothing to do with the courses you have learned. Do you still have time to study these?"
"This?" The witch looked down at the information in her arms, revealing a hint of sudden enlightenment: "Oh, these are the materials I prepared when I was writing the paper... Are your thesis titles also confirmed?"
"Thesis?" Zheng Qing was stunned: "What thesis?"
"Graduation thesis!"
“But we…”
Zheng Qing wanted to say that they had just started a week and would not graduate in one semester, but immediately realized that he seemed to use the thinking of a sophomore student to consider his current state, and couldn't help but murmur: "...I thought this matter would not be considered until the end of the semester."
Having said that, he suddenly remembered that during the Chinese New Year, Su Shijun vaguely told him about preparing the paper, but later there was no news.
"Graduation thesis, brother!"
The witch looked like you were defeated and sighed repeatedly: "Normal graduates, they will start preparing their graduation thesis just after entering their senior year. We are already one semester late! As far as I know, the fourth-grade students have finished their opening reports before the New Year..."
"What is a project report?" Zheng Qing asked without shame.
“…”
Jiang Yu stopped, looked at him speechlessly, thought for a while, and then explained concisely: "It's just an explanation of what your paper is about. More specifically, I'm afraid you'll have to consult your instructor."
Zheng Qing really wants to retain some of the dignity of being a man.
But the gravity of reality pulled his mouth away again.
"Thesis instructor?" He laughed dryly and said in a weak tone: "I don't know who my thesis instructor is... no one has told me this."
This reason is barely qualified.
"You are already a college student. Don't be like Mengmeng. You have to rely on others to tell you everything!"
The witch criticized him first, but looked at the witch's gray face, and couldn't bear it. She stopped and asked for comfort: "But then, it's not your fault... I know these details because there are reminders from the elders in the family. You don't have such elders..."
Zheng Qing reluctantly didn't hum.
He knew several "big people" who were very familiar with the First University, but he felt that his husband had not written a paper for about thousands of years, so he naturally would not remember the trivial matter of graduates needing to write a paper; while another cat was only concerned about its dried fish all day long; as for Colma, he dropped out of school halfway, he doubted whether she had obtained the graduation certificate from the First University.
Only Su Shijun vaguely mentioned this to him, but after speaking, there was no news.
I think so.
As a member of the parliament in the month, head of the Key Laboratory of the First University and Poseidon's mother, she has too many things to pay attention to every day, and it is inevitable that she will ignore such inconspicuous trivial matters.
Chapter completed!