After all, Zheng Qing did not hide in the school hospital as Xiao Xiao suggested.
Of course, Jiang Yu's fruit also helped him a lot. At least, in the following celebrations, the young public-funded student finally didn't have to speak. He only had to stand in the crowd with his eight teeth exposed and applaud vigorously.
But the situation is not as bad as Su Shijun described.
Perhaps as the carrier of the forbidden curse, he can be immune to many negative harms; perhaps it is because the fox tribe is more sensitive to the growing Tongtang plum; perhaps it is simply because Zheng Qing is older than Su Ya and has stronger resistance.
In short, the next morning, most of the swelling, pain and numbness on Zheng Qing's tongue had dissipated, and he could barely make a vague sound.
Fortunately, students do not necessarily need to speak in class.
In addition, it is approaching the end of the semester, and most professors are quickly reviewing the knowledge points of this semester in class, sketching out outlines, and time is tight, which makes the young public-funded students forget about the problems in their mouths.
Until the afternoon.
After the Talisman class, he, Xiao Xiao, and Fatty Xin saw a crow on their way to the library.
It's not a weirdo wearing a mask, but a real crow, standing on the branches of a deciduous plane tree, wary of the surroundings, tilting its head from time to time to comb the feathers on its back.
Under the tree, a first-grade boy raised his Dharma book and threw a binding spell at the crow.
If there is anything else unusual about this Monday, it should be that the 'bomb' thrown by Zheng Qing gradually had an echo after it exploded.
As large and small newspapers such as the Beta Town Post, Ganges Daily, and Daily Bugle successively published the details of the 'First University Winter Hunting Incident' gathered from various channels, more and more students began to discuss it.
Has the school really suffered an invasion from the stars, and is there really a group of 'crows' in the school kidnapping students for illegal experiments?
The emotions of the crowd are always fanatical and blind.
Along with these discussions, the first thing that was unlucky was the large and small crows in the school—those ordinary, black flying creatures of the order Passerine, Corvidae, and Corvidae—of course, due to the protection of the "Wizard's Code"
, none of the students committed the taboo of killing crows, but using spells and stones to drive them away was not within the restriction.
Just like now.
The first-grade boy suddenly threw a binding spell at the crow resting on the tree, then picked up the fallen bird and threw it out of the fence, earning unanimous cheers from his peers.
During the whole process, the black bird, which had suffered an unreasonable disaster, struggled hard, but in vain.
This caused dissatisfaction from a passing witch.
"Why did you attack it?"
The first-year witch bravely questioned the boy's behavior: "It just stood there, doing nothing, and it didn't hinder you..."
"Come on Merlin! Look at those eyes!" The boy waved his arms exaggeratedly, as if he had just defeated a demon: "Devils won't tell you they are devils! Don't you ever read newspapers?"
"The newspaper only said that there was an evil wizard wearing a crow mask, and it has nothing to do with ordinary crows!" the witch tried hard to argue.
The boy shrugged his shoulders: "The world is as black as crows... They are just a bunch of unlucky guys."
This sentence won unanimous praise from his companions.
"The idea that crows bring bad luck is not supported by any occult theory." The witch said angrily: "That's just a conjecture in the minds of die-hard wizards... They also think black cats bring good luck!"
Hearing this, the fat wizard and doctor, who were watching with interest, all looked at Zheng Qing.
"I have reservations about this." Dr. Xiao Da showed a rare sense of humor.
"This is the limitation of classical magic theory," Fatty Xin took over Xiao Xiao's usual job and analyzed it seriously: "They are always used to looking for common ground on specific events, and use the greatest common denominator that appears by chance to guide the unknown...
To deceive oneself and others...it's a classic shooting first and then drawing the target."
Zheng Qing turned a blind eye and listened to the teasing of his companions.
"This is not the scene I expected."
The young public-funded student looked at this scene gloomily, his voice unclear.
"If you don't know clearly, just say less." Xiao Xiao glanced at him, playing with a small crystal ball in his hand: "But I believe that no matter what you said, you must be wrong."
Zheng Qing sighed heavily, turned around and continued walking to the library.
After walking a few steps, he seemed to remember something, stopped, and sighed heavily.
"When you are young, don't sigh all the time."
The fat wizard patted his belly and advised in an old-fashioned way: "Be open-minded about everything...Don't old people often say that only a broad mind can accommodate a great soul?"
"There is never an equivalent relationship between the soul and the body." Xiao Xiao complained, then adjusted his glasses and looked at Zheng Qing: "Remember tonight's 'course' again?"
During the anniversary celebration yesterday, Su Shijun noticed that Zheng Qing seemed to be lacking in hospitality, so he asked him to go to Qingqiu Mansion to make up for a missed lesson every day starting from tonight.
Although there are less than four days left before the Christmas Eve dance under the moon, as the saying goes, if you don't sharpen your gun before the battle, it will be wasted. Even if you force a bunch of things into your head, it is better than having nothing in your head.
"There's no time!"
Zheng Qing seemed to feel the resonance of emotions, and once again poured out his bitterness to his two companions: "The final exam is coming soon, and I still have to learn such a bunch of messy things, such as table manners, wine tasting, art interpretation and so on.
It’s a useless thing...but Qingqiu Mansion repeatedly reminded me that I must master the full set of Yuexia rules...otherwise I will be ostracized by the people of the Yuexia clan."
"Do you think you are being ostracized because you don't know table manners?" Xiao Xiao looked at the young public-funded student mockingly, almost pointing at his nose and scolding him for his lack of self-awareness.
Zheng Qing summoned a water mirror and looked at the face in the mirror that he thought was ordinary.
"Is it because I'm too handsome?" He suspected that his aesthetics was too harsh, so much so that he had been facing the beautiful man in the mirror every day for nineteen years without realizing it.
Fatty Xin looked shocked and looked at the shameless public-funded student with admiration on his face: "No wonder you can be a scumbag... I will never be able to learn this shameless confidence in my life!"
Xiao Xiao took a deep breath.
Zheng Qing immediately changed his mind: "...or is it because I am a student of Jiuyou College?"
Xiao Xiao hadn't taken enough breath yet.
Zheng Qing thought about it and made a reasonable guess: "The people in the Yuexia Council are basically from the Alpha School. They can't stand me, a nine-year-old with a good foundation, so they excluded me... It's very strange."
Xiao Xiao finally stopped breathing, turned his head, and began to exhale slowly.