The three young wizards stared at the spark and held their breath until Mars completely dissipated, and then they all let out a breath. Zheng Qing felt that he had another white-haired sweat on his neck.
"...Tanya Ruman (1889) pioneered the theory of 'interpretation transfer' in his research. This theory successfully explained the origin of the proliferation of classical mysticism by accepting the existence of non-human mediated creatures and their initiative, and clarified the boundary between classical magic rituals and Satanic worship, thus realizing the 'de-charming' of mysticism and laying a solid foundation for the development of modern magic theory..."
Zhang Jixin's recitation sound was sonorous and powerful, and he was devoted to reviewing his mysterious notes, and seemed to have no idea of the numbness and slight sensation left in the air.
Fatty Xin had already clamped the parchment into a ball at some point, as if he would throw it out of the window in the next second.
Zheng Qing glanced out the window.
The corner where he is located can see a corner of Linzhong Lake through the window. Although it is already deep winter, due to the Fishman Tribe, the lake surface has not completely frozen. From a distance, it looks like a piece of light green jade. Sliver of sunlight spread on the lake surface, flashing with charming colors - this magnificent color has greatly alleviated the anxiety of young public students.
He withdrew his gaze.
Dr. Xiao Da's face, who escaped the disaster, was still a little pale, but his expression had completely calmed down. He opened his thick black-shell notebook at some point, and began to draw on it with a quill pen, covering it, not wanting others to see it.
Zheng Qing had no curiosity to peep at all.
He was very worried that if he took a look at him, the extinguished spark in the air would crack again.
The young public-funded student cleared his throat and emphasized the 'red line' of discussion again: "I reiterate that we only talk about the 'little Arcana' list, don't talk about the big ones... If the big ones come, we can't hold on... So, is there any changes in the little Arcana this time?"
The fat wizard was still holding the ball of parchment, with a confused face, as if he didn't understand why the young public student was so persistent on this issue. Three consecutive lightning flashes did not scare his curiosity back.
"Even if the cat has nine lives, it cannot be made like this!"
Fat Xin, under Zheng Qing's eyes, finally muttered and defeated: "...I just greedy for you as a talisman, and I will never pay it back in my life... Look, there is nothing special about anything else..."
He spread the parchment paper again and wanted to stuff it under Zheng Qing's nose.
Zheng Qing pushed back firmly: "I have read it, no one can understand your shorthand."
The fat wizard cursed and took back the parchment. He looked up at the direction where the string of Mars disappeared, as if he was worried that lightning would suddenly appear in the next second, slashing his forehead, and his attitude became more and more cautious: "Other special... Oh, here, Alpha's 'star coins' sequence has entered a first-year newcomer. You should know it, Lin Yan, the edge hunting team, and the boy who once wanted to buy our Yusin Hunting Team... He is the tenth star coins sequence, and like Nicholas, they are the last one in the sequence. Well, I just realized that his surname is Lin, and he entered Alpha Academy. Does it have anything to do with Lin Guo?"
As he muttered, the fat man was dull and keen to discover something he had not noticed before.
"It doesn't matter."
Zheng Qing impatiently interrupted the fat wizard's nonsense: "The surnames in Huaxia are different from those in Europa. If they don't have relatives if they have the same surname... Are there any other ones?"
The fat wizard looked confused, not knowing what Zheng Qing wanted to ask.
"Female." Xiao Xiao said in a concise reminder.
Fatty Xin immediately realized.
"Oh, I'll say it earlier!" He curled his lips and glanced at the parchment: "Yeah, female, Linda Barnes, because she will graduate next semester, she retreated from the star coin sequence this time..."
Zheng Qing's eyes showed a trace of murderous aura.
"Just, joke."
The fat man laughed dryly, looked at the almost empty classroom, and immediately accelerated his speech, and took the lead in saying the part that Zheng Qing was most concerned about: "Jiang Yu has been promoted from last year's Scepter Sequence 5 to Scepter Sequence 3. This progress has been very great. Liu Feifei is ahead of her. The position has not changed, and it is still Sequence 2. After all, she is the chief student for two consecutive years. Then there is the doctor. Last year, the Scepter Sequence 7, and this year it is promoted to the "Scepter Scepter". This position belongs to Zhao Qiao, one of the three great masters of will. Although he failed to become Lei Zhe this year, as the captain of the Jiuyou Academy hunting team, he is still on the list of scepters. Yes, Zhao Qiao is Scepter Sequence 1 this year..."
"It's OK, it's OK."
The young public-funded student interrupted the fat wizard's nagging addition again and stood up decisively and walked out of the classroom: "There is only the discussion, there is still a practical class in the afternoon. I want to buy some snake oil in advance..."
His voice came to an abrupt end.
At the door, a witch who was supposed to leave suddenly appeared, which scared him.
"Why are you back?"
He looked behind Jiang Yu, blinked, and was filled with a hint of confusion: "Where is Li Meng? I thought you were going to have lunch..."
"Forgot something, come back to get it." The witch explained lightly, and glanced at the back of the classroom: "But you guys don't go for lunch?"
Before Zheng Qing could explain, Xiao Xiao and Fatty Xin stood up and ran out of the classroom, as if they had a dozen armored horse talismans hanging on their bodies, and even dragged the stupid Zhang Jixin on them.
"Just going to eat!" Xiao Xiao said quickly.
"I'm starving to death!" the fat wizard shouted in a angrily manner.
"…The Delhi Religious Peace Initiative in December 1739..." The red-faced witch was dragged backwards and ran wildly, holding the mysterious lecture notes, muttering words in her mouth.
Jiang Yu looked at the backs of the few people leaving, with curved eyebrows and eyes.
With a little vision, Zheng Qing nodded silently in his heart.
After returning to his senses, the witch had already taken out a magic history lecture notes from the drawer, held them in her arms, and noticed the witch's gaze. She briefly explained: "Meng Meng fell down."
There is no doubt about this, that little girl is just disgusted.
"How is the review?" Zheng Qing had nothing to say, his eyes rushing up and down, and his feet seemed to have glued it, as if he had forgotten that he was going to buy snake oil.
"not good."
The witch shook her head, her eyebrows frowned very well: "I have recently sorted out divination, magical literature and alchemy, and found that many knowledge points have been forgotten... I will definitely fail this exam."
If you say this from Li Meng or Zhang Jixin, it will definitely be convincing. But from a witch who has just been promoted to Scepter Sequence 3, it is quite anxious.