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Chapter 85 Distinctive sharpness

 The topic of Chinese Valentine's Day was drowned out by the increasingly enthusiastic atmosphere of the beginning of the school year after entering the campus.

After all, teasing has its limits. Obviously, his peers noticed Zheng Qing's depressed mood and absent-mindedness, so they unanimously changed the topic and moved it to the evening class meeting.

One of the most hotly discussed topics is whether Lao Yao will show up at tonight's class meeting.

"Didn't Downton say that during the last class meeting? Professor Yao will show up." Zhang Jixin was somewhat disapproving of the arguments among his peers.

"That's not necessarily the case." Fatty Xin shook the thick stack of newspapers in his hand, making a clattering sound. He had just picked it up when he passed the newsstand on the pedestrian street.

"What?"

The eyes of several other young wizards were immediately attracted.

"A few days ago, well, the day we started the trial, First University investigated a secret laboratory located deep in the Silent Forest."

At this point, the fat wizard cleared his throat and read in a serious tone: "Out-of-control research, out-of-control education, out-of-control schools... This is the front-page article written by Ms. Pulitzer for the Beta Town Post."

"I can think of the quality of her article with my toes." Zheng Qing muttered, picked up the edamame that suddenly jumped to his feet, held it in his arms, and scratched its ears.

The gray-skinned dog meowed happily.

Lin Guo was immediately attracted to this unique dog, and he walked over and petted it twice. Seeing that he was interested, Zheng Qing simply stuffed the edamame into Lin Guo's arms to prevent him from getting bored.

"The Beta Town Post is, after all, an influential newspaper. Although the articles it selects have a certain tendency, they are still considered 'normal'."

Fatty Xin shook his head and shook his hand to throw out another newspaper: "Like this one, the article by Eddie, a special reporter of the Bugle Daily - The Undead of the Mountains and Tsunami - is about the professors at First University who use their identities to

Advantages, tricking innocent wizards into conducting illegal human experiments. There are various 'guesses' throughout the article, 'maybe' or 'roughly'. If I were not a student of First University and read this article, I would probably think that this is a university.

Every student in the college of magic and anatomy run by a dark wizard has a big chevron-shaped scar on his chest."

"I can prove that you are still alive." Zheng Qing raised three fingers and said to the fat wizard seriously.

"It's hard for me to prove myself." Dylan sighed sadly.

The fat wizard glanced at them both.

"No, no, no, you don't understand what I want to express." As he said that, he put away the Daily Bugle and stuffed it into the deepest part of the stack of newspapers. Then he spoke slowly and continued:

"... Generally speaking, the purpose of our newspapers is first to cause a sensation and to sensationalize, rather than to pursue the truth. Only when the two seem consistent, the pursuit of the truth may be taken into account. Newspapers that only publish ordinary opinions

A person cannot be trusted by the public - no matter how well-founded his opinion is - in the eyes of the public, only his distinctive vitriol is profound."

"Wow, this sounds good. It has a unique and sharp feeling." Zheng Qing sighed.

The fat man glanced at him: "I didn't say that, it was Edgar Allan Poe who said it."

"So, what does this have to do with whether Professor Yao comes to class at night?" The red-faced wizard finally couldn't hold himself back and interrupted the chat among his companions anxiously.

He never had the patience to discuss such hollow-sounding topics.

"Oh, I digress... take a look at this article from the school newspaper."

As he spoke, the fat wizard took out another newspaper:

"It published the school's follow-up handling of the raid... The contents are all the same. They are probably to strengthen the construction of school spirit, consolidate the moral bottom line of teaching and research personnel, pay close attention to the implementation of the "Wizard Code", and improve the quality of registered wizards and teachers at the school.

Employees’ awareness of experimental compliance, etc.”

"The last paragraph of the article mentioned that on August 31, that is, today, at three o'clock in the afternoon, the 20090831st meeting of the Professors' Joint Meeting was held in the large conference room of the office building. This raid will be further reviewed. The meeting was held by

The dean of Jiuyou College and the legendary wizard Professor Yao Xiaomi presided over..."

Zhang Jixin finally caught up with Fatty Xin and spoke again, interrupting: "You mean, Professor Yao may not be able to attend our class meeting because he is hosting this meeting?"

"This is a very reasonable conjecture." The fat man rolled up the newspaper in his hand, put it in his arms, and shrugged.





Xin's speculation will ultimately take time to be verified.

After several young wizards from the Forgiveness Hunting Team parted ways on campus, Zhang Jixin went to the office building to find out about his brother who had just served as Lei Zhe. Lin Guo reluctantly returned the edamame to Zheng Qing and returned to Alpha Castle.

The remaining three wizards lost interest in hanging out and went straight back to dormitory 403. They closed the curtains, curtains and coffin boards, and fell asleep each other.

The seven-day trial made everyone physically and mentally exhausted.

Although the school at the training ground also gives these young people appropriate rest time, it is like taking a train for a long journey alone. Even if you sit all the time, the small seats and depressing environment will make you physically and mentally exhausted.

Zheng Qing slept from morning to afternoon.

He was awakened by a slight rustling sound.

He opened his eyes drowsily, and next to the pillow, the group of elves belonging to him were piled up in a mess, arms and legs wrapped together, and their translucent wings were wrapped together, sleeping in a mess.

Zheng Qing carefully turned sideways, fearing to wake up the sleeping little ones. He raised his hand to raise the curtains. The light in the dormitory was extremely dark, which was perfect for continuing to sleep.

The wizard squinted his eyes and quickly adapted to the dim environment.

Then he discovered the source of the rustling sound - Fatty Xin was hiding on his bed eating, squatting on Fatty's pillow, chewing the dried meat in his mouth, and snoring comfortably. There were also edamame,

Sticking out his tongue, he stood under the fat man's bed eagerly, his tail spinning like a windmill.

From time to time, a small piece of dried meat would be thrown off the bed, and an inconspicuous chirping sound would be added to the rustling sounds in the room.

At the same time as Zheng Qing lifted the curtain, the chirping stopped suddenly. The edamame was like a gust of wind, whirring towards Zheng Qing, its tail turning more and more cheerfully.

The wizard quickly raised his finger and shushed silently to signal it to shut up.

Gouziba clicked his tongue and sat aside obediently, but after a second, he couldn't help but look back and looked at a bed filled with fragrance in the distance.

"Are you awake?" The fat wizard finally noticed the movement in this corner and asked vaguely.

"Well," Zheng Qing snorted, feeling that his mouth was very dry. He paused for a moment and then asked: "What time is it? Where is Dylan? Has Xiao Xiao come back?"

Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._


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