Compared with the excitement after the "Daily Bugle" article came out, the "Beta Town Post" analysis report this time had very few responders. Zheng Qing stuffed the ten nightmare dolls next to his pillow in advance. When he woke up in the morning
At that time, there were still nine complete heads.
If you think about it carefully, it is not difficult to understand.
On the one hand, it is true that because the end of the year and the holidays are approaching, many people’s minds have already flown to farther places; on the other hand, it also has a lot to do with the stance of the Post article.
According to the "viewpoint" of the Post, there is no rumored "close" relationship between Zheng Qing and Su Shijun. He is just a liar with a personality disorder who wants to attract attention and gain fame.
To be honest, Zheng Qing can't tell which one is worse. It's possible that both are equally bad.
But if given a choice, he would rather be the liar told by the Post.
At the very least, scammers don’t need to wear an invisibility charm to go to class, they don’t need to face embarrassing challenges or questions from time to time, and they don’t need to stuff nightmare dolls under their pillows every night.
Of course, there are also benefits to wearing an invisibility charm in class.
That is, you can sleep openly in class without worrying about being deducted by the professor - provided that you do not grind your teeth, snore, or talk in your sleep while sleeping.
On Friday morning, in the alchemy class, Zheng Qing sat in the corner of the classroom, listening to the teaching assistant on the podium repeating what was in the textbook in a monotonous voice, feeling drowsy.
The sunshine in winter is always exceptionally warm.
Sitting next to the window, with the clear light shining on his body, Zheng Qing had the urge to turn into a cat and start purring. It was only at this time that he missed the free time when he was wearing an invisibility charm in class.
The voice on the podium was incomprehensible.
It was not quiet under the podium either.
From time to time, someone would turn the pages of the textbook, one after another, mixed with the rustling sounds of Xiao Xiao or others writing, which made it even more difficult to raise one's eyes.
Besides this, there are other sounds of desertion.
Zhang Jixin and Fatty Xin, who were sitting in the row in front of Zheng Qing, were holding textbooks and almost stuffing their heads into drawers. They were whispering and seemed to be discussing the guest list for Sunday's D&a;K anniversary; further away, several witches were whispering.
There was a heated discussion about the upcoming Christmas Eve Dance - it is said that this year's dance will be extra grand because of Su Shijun's participation, and many young wizards in the alliance are breaking their heads trying to get an invitation.
Dance under the moon.
This is another heart problem for Zheng Qing.
Thinking of this word, he felt out of breath, and he couldn't even take a nap. Maybe God heard the rude greetings in the wizard's heart, so he quickly dropped a retribution
.
The young government-funded student who was taking a nap moved his ears.
Because the sounds in the classroom suddenly stopped - from the boring voice of the teaching assistant on the podium, to the whispering of the witches in the corner, from the squeaking of chalk on the blackboard, to the clattering of textbooks as they were turned, and even other people
The sound of breathing seemed to be frozen for a moment.
Zheng Qing knew why. Even before he opened his eyes, he could feel a slightly familiar and huge magic power hovering at the door of the classroom. The condensed and dissipated pressure shocked everyone in the classroom.
The wizard suddenly raised his head and looked towards the door together with the others.
The surging magic power was already visible to the naked eye, as if the paint splashed by an artist on the white cloth intertwined with each other in the void, slowly outlining the graceful figure of a witch.
From hazy to clear, she moves from illusion to reality.
It's Su Shijun.
Su Shijun without glasses.
Just standing at the door, she captured all the colors of the world, the porch, ceiling, blackboard, tables and chairs, textbooks, and even the blue sky and golden sunshine outside the window. Everything seemed to have lost the concept of existence at this moment.
Zheng Qing's face was blank. He didn't need to look at it to feel several eyes sweeping over him in a very short time. Those eyes were full of weight.
But there are more eyes, staring motionlessly at the witch at the door, as if the beauty in front of her
It is a piece of exquisite porcelain. If you move your eyes even slightly, the exquisiteness will be shattered.
"Yeah, sorry, sorry."
After realizing the reason for the deathly silence around him, the senator of the Moonlight Parliament chuckled, took out a pair of glasses, and placed them on the bridge of his nose. It was as if a dark cloud had covered the sun in the sky, and the world suddenly became dark.
"I'm so sorry," the witch's cheerful voice echoed in this small classroom: "I just learned a few tricks, but I'm not yet proficient... I'm disturbing everyone."
The teaching assistant on the podium was the first to come to his senses.
"No, it doesn't matter, you, you..."
He stammered, his face turned red, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.
"Oh, I'm looking for Zheng Qing."
The upper council member of the Yuexia Council showed an understanding smile and told the reason for his visit. At the same time, he looked around and asked naturally: "Is Zheng Qing here?"
"She's looking for Zheng Qing?"
"She's looking for Zheng Qing!"
"Where is Zheng Qing?"
"Zheng Qing!"
The young public-funded student had just recovered from these noisy, urgent and noisy voices when he saw a pair of big hands falling from the sky. Fatty Xin, who was sitting in front of him, almost half of his body reached to the back row and grabbed his collar with both hands.
, fiercely lifted him off the stool.
Zheng Qing felt like he was standing in front of the table, embarrassed and a little top-heavy.
It was difficult for him to stand upright and look towards the door. There were still a few ridiculous red marks on his face from sleeping on his stomach. For a second, he was very glad that he didn't drool while taking a nap, and he barely kept the last words.
A trace of decency.
Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at him.
This feeling is very bad, but also surprisingly wonderful.
Especially those whose sights are filled with all kinds of strong emotions - from envy, jealousy, to emotion, anger, to sadness and disbelief - like a pot of rich miso soup, suffocating people.
The senator of Yuexia Parliament nodded slightly to the boy.
Then he turned to look at the young assistant teacher of Alchemy: "I need help from Zheng Qing with some small things..."
Before he finished speaking, the teaching assistant nodded hurriedly: "No problem, it's okay... Zheng Qing? Zheng Qing! Come out quickly!... Sorry, this classmate's seat is a little far back... Please wait a moment."
Obviously, he was satisfied that he could finally speak completely and fluently.
Zheng Qing hurriedly put away the books on the table. Pushed by his companions, his hands and feet were sore and he walked towards the door. The eyes of the students on the left and right were like knives, slashing him several times with every step.
When passing by the first row of the classroom, he clearly heard the not-so-loud hum of classmate Li Meng.
The boy felt guilty and turned the corner of his eye to see the little witch folding her arms and looking at him angrily. He also saw another witch beside the little witch looking at the Dharma book in her hand with a calm expression.