The twelfth week regular meeting is short in duration.
It was said that Professor Yao had important matters to attend to, so he just sent a projection to the classroom. After a brief summary and arrangement, the projection dispersed, leaving the classroom full of students with wide eyes and small eyes.
Liu Feifei was the first to come to her senses.
After Professor Yao's projection dissipated, within a few seconds, she jumped up from her seat, hugged her books and review materials and ran outside the classroom. There was a burst of good-natured laughter behind her. Everyone knew that she was looking for
Nicholas went to review his homework.
Since the accident at Linzhong Lake, Nicholas has not appeared in the classroom of Astronomy Class 08-1 for a week. Liu Feifei helps with all his homework, and all assignments are submitted through Liu Feifei.
Following Feifei Liu, Downton stood up.
He yelled loudly, asking the students who had not submitted their homework before to submit their homework as soon as possible. At the same time, he repeated a sentence that all professors were talking about recently, "There are only four weeks until the final exam. This exam will determine whether everyone can do it."
You can't advance to the second grade, so you must seize the time and study the previous years' papers several times! ... Does anyone want to apply to join us to occupy a seat in the library or study room?"
Immediately, several students raised their hands and responded to the monitor's call.
As the end of the term approaches, both the library and the study rooms are very tight, and many students start to form groups to help occupy seats. Often one person can occupy an entire large desk with seven or eight books. Although the appearance is a bit ugly.
, but at the critical moment, no one can care about that much.
In addition to Downton, there are several more active guys in the class.
For example, Xiao Xiao who is still looking for autographs, Li Meng who dances with the elf, and Zhang Jixin.
Zhang Jixin is grabbing a thick stack of leaflets and distributing them all over the classroom, stuffing one into every person with a big smile, just like those preachers from Atlas College who preach "the glory of the Lord". It's just his propaganda.
There is no name on the list about any god or the Holy Spirit, but Zhang Shuzhi’s achievements.
Zheng Qing also has such a card in his hand.
Half of the dark red hard paper is a simple and honest image of Zhang Shuzhi waving and grinning, and the other half is filled with various achievements of this classmate who is trying to challenge the title of "Lei Zhe" - such as winning public funds for three consecutive years.
Student status, vice captain of the hunting team of the First University, vice president of the Divine Will, best hunter in the hunting competition of the First University in 2007-2008, average grade point of above 4.7 for three consecutive years, "Magic Wand" Minor Arcana Scepter
Sequence one, etc.
The number of achievements is breathtaking.
If Zhang Shuzhi had not had a red face similar to Zhang Jixin's, Zheng Qing would not have believed that Zhang Jixin had an older brother with such outstanding grades - he doubted that the spirituality of Yu Yin, an ancestor of the Zhang family, was taken up too much by Zhang Jixin's brothers, so that
Elder Zhang only has muscles in his mind.
"I think the elder will let you be a secretary in his brother's support club... or a consultant, or something like that. After all, you are considered a celebrity." Fatty Xin held his notebook, his chubby face full of sighs:
"I'm different... you know, the elder just asked me to write a soft article praising his brother, for which he is willing to buy me breakfast for a week."
"It's a good deal." Zheng Qing commented perfunctorily, but his eyes fell on the seat where Elena usually sat.
The table was empty and seemed to be covered with dust.
In the past week, Zheng Qing made repeated requests to his husband, hoping to visit the gypsy witch, but he was rejected by his husband. He also tried to pry open the window of the Sanyou Bookstore next to D&K and sneak in to find his home.
But besides eating a mouth full of dust, I only found a few cat hairs.
The yellow-breasted civet has also disappeared.
According to the 'Ear Brother' who works in the D&K store, the tabby cat has been looking for traces of its ancestor recently.
"That cat has bad intentions!" The slightly sharp voice with tinkling ears still echoed in the wizard's ears.
When he came back to his senses, Fatty Xin was still talking about what happened just now:
"...Writing soft articles is against my professional ethics!"
The fat man tried his best to put some seriousness on his face. But because his sense of justice was usually not very strong, forcing him to do so now only made his fat face look even more funny.
"Morality? Hey, this is really a new word." Zheng Qing glanced at the fat man mockingly: "Didn't the school newspaper publish soft articles about Zhao Qiao and Hoffman in the past two days? The monk can write it, but you can't.
?”
The fat man raised his eyebrows and was about to say something when Zhang Jixin's voice came next to him when he was handing out a leaflet: "Please support Zhang Shuzhi to become the new 'Lei Zhe'. He will never make any concessions when dealing with Alpha! Absolutely!"
I will uphold the pride of Jiuyou Academy!"
The two 'absolutes' made the fat man, who originally wanted to make some excuses, shut his mouth.
"Hey, Brother Qing, you haven't left yet? That's great!" Zhang Jixin walked to Zheng Qing's desk holding a stack of brochures and breathed a heavy sigh of relief: "...I wanted to talk to you before the regular meeting.
We chatted, but never found a chance. Well, do you have time in the evening? I remember you are free on Sunday nights... My brother wants to have tea with you, it's on the pedestrian street, very close..."
The fat man stood behind Zhang Jixin, with a look of gloating on his face.
Zheng Qing showed an awkward smile.
"I have other things to do tonight...I have already made an appointment." He replied without confidence.
"Already made an appointment?" Zhang Jixin glanced at him suspiciously: "Don't you dare to deceive me...don't you usually go to the library to do homework on Sundays?"
"He is going to accompany me to the North District of Beta Town today to visit Senior Sister Kolma and talk about Nicholas." A calm voice suddenly came from behind Zhang Jixin.
Even Fatty Xin was shocked.
Monitor Jiang was holding a few books and standing behind a few boys. When she saw the wizards turning back, she blinked and showed a playful smile: "First come, first served...we have to follow the rules."
Li Meng stood beside Jiang Yu and glared at Zheng Qing fiercely. On her shoulders were several elves in gray uniforms. Zheng Qing felt that his earlobes were a little hot.
He cleared his throat quietly.
"Rules... rules?" After hearing Jiang Yu's words, Zhang Jixin was obviously caught off guard. He was stunned for a few seconds before he realized: "Didn't you already talk to Senior Colma about this matter before?"
Zheng Qing's visit to Gini's Hut last weekend has been reported at the meeting of the Exoneration Hunting Team. Because it involves possible risks of dark wizards, he needs to make his fellow hunting team members more vigilant.
"Well, last week we were talking about sending Nicholas there, and this week we are talking about bringing Nicholas back." The witch curled her lips, looking a little impatient: "Or are you willing to take charge of this matter?"
"No, no, no," Zhang Jixin waved his hands repeatedly, fearing that Squad Leader Jiang would throw the pot on his head: "I was just curious... I was just curious."
"Then classmate Zheng Qing..."
"He is yours," Elder Zhang grabbed Zheng Qing's shoulders, like pinching the neck of a chicken, and pushed him in front of the witch: "There is no doubt...he is yours!"
Throughout the entire process, the young public-funded students had no power to fight back and no room to comment.
I can only keep that awkward yet polite smile on my face.
Fatty Xin hid his head in the hole in the table, his shoulders shaking violently, like a hamster eating popcorn. Zheng Qing could vaguely hear his painful moans as he laughed.