On the night after the final exam, Zheng Qing was arrested by Lao Yao from the dormitory and went to the dean's office.
Originally, he thought the dean wanted to find him a clue related to the crow, but unexpectedly, the old man was just bored when he was drafting the papers and chatting with him - of course, this kind of argument would just deceive the child - that day, Lao Yao gave him a frank, professional, constructive preaching, and gently and resolutely demanded that he graduate early.
Thinking of the scene at that time, Zheng Qing felt that the possibility of winning the "No. 1 University Special Contribution Award" became extremely high.
"It's not considered the 'special contribution award' for the time being, now there are 20 extra points."
The young public-funded student carefully inserted his quill into the pen holder and stretched his sleeves reservedly, as if he wanted to see the calculated fingers more clearly: "Eighty plus twenty is one hundred... Two hundred is one hundred, one hundred... In other words, I only need to get another hundred this semester... No, it can be less, I haven't calculated the 'reducement' yet."
He looked up eagerly at the parchment that Su Shijun took away.
On the paper are some of the subjects he listed for the credit 'reduction'.
The so-called credit "reduction and exemption" refers to the fact that after verification by the professor of the relevant subject, he confirms that a student has fully possessed the knowledge reserves of the corresponding subjects and can directly give credits to the corresponding subjects as appropriate.
If Zheng Qing followed Lao Yao's original advice - relying on his solid foundation in talisman studies and to make credits for related subjects - he felt that there were many credits he could get exempted.
But the MPs in the Underworld Parliament seem to have different opinions on this.
“Too many.”
She shook her head, her green fingers clamped the parchment paper, and it made a whisper: "You have too many 'reduced' items. Forty-five points, twelve professional compulsory courses! Haha! It's simply whimsical! The school cannot give you so many entitlements. Even if you write 1,296 basic talismans in a backwards, it can only prove that you have a solid foundation... You can master any advanced professional course with a solid foundation. What's more, 'reduced' depends on the teacher."
Zheng Qing pretended not to hear the sarcasm in the witch's words.
But he cared more about her last words.
"Look at the teacher? What does it mean?" The witch pulled out the quill pen inserted into the pen holder again, lit it randomly on the parchment paper in front of her, with a little confused in her eyes: "Is it possible that even if I have absolutely no problem subjects, if the teacher does not agree to the reduction, I must re-examine it?"
"That's right!"
Su Shijun gently pushed the wide red-framed glasses on her face, with a serious expression: "No teacher will easily give up the opportunity to improve his average score in the class."
Zheng Qing's mind went around several times before he realized what the witch meant.
I think so, if every student with excellent grades in the class applies for credit exemption, then the average score obtained after the remaining scores of "Wai Gua Jian Zao" will inevitably make the teacher vomit blood.
Teaching achievements are related to the personal interests of teachers.
Jiang Yu, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly spoke with a little hesitation: "I used to hear that someone would donate large amounts of gold or precious magic materials to the teacher's laboratory to obtain the teacher's 'reducement permit'..."
Isn’t this a bribe?
Zheng Qing immediately understood the unfinished meaning of the witch's words.
However, although he does not lack gold now, just as Lao Yao told him in the office that day, as Mr.’s agent, what he did not only represent himself.
"If there is no way, then we will work harder and choose a few more courses." The wizard tactfully and firmly denied the well-known wrong path.
"Hard conditions do not mean there is no hope. As I just said, the reduction of such things depends on the teacher after all."
Listening to the conversation between the two young wizards, Su Shijun curled his lips slightly, and did not comment on Zheng Qing's statement. Instead, he threw the plush bear hanging on her body aside, stretched out his hand and wiped it in front of him. A large number of densely packed tiny names appeared in the air, like water droplets jumping on the surface of boiling water, one by one, rushing out of the water: "This is the list of current substitute teachers and professors at the First University..."
The 'boiling little water droplets' rose and fell violently. Zheng Qing vaguely saw the words Yao Xiaomi and Yi Jiazi, but soon, their names were submerged among other names that were leaping up one after another.
"First of all, if you want to obtain 'reducement', then the teacher you choose must have enough knowledge of you and know that your knowledge reserve meets the reimbursement conditions." As he spoke, the witch snapped his fingers, and the densely packed names suddenly appeared in a large area, leaving only a dozen names that Zheng Qing was very familiar with.
Most of them were teachers who had taught him.
"Can't we confirm our eligibility for exemption through the exam?" Zheng Qing was still a little unwilling to give up.
"Your idea made a mistake that most nine students would make, thinking that the exam could determine everything." Su Shijun shook his finger: "This is back to the point we discussed before - why do those teachers have to work hard to help you reduce credits and then lower the average score in his class - from another perspective, why do you think the school doesn't let the divination professors directly determine the grades of each student, or even go further, and directly determine whether each student can graduate?"
Zheng Qing was speechless.
Indeed, in a sense, the simplest method is often the most complex method and the most sequelae.
"Secondly, the teacher you choose should be richer...it is literally rich." The witch's second condition was slightly beyond Zheng Qing's expectations, and what surprised him even more was that with this condition, she wiped out a name that Zheng Qing could not have imagined from the list of more than a dozen people.
"Teacher Zhang?" The male witch looked surprised.
He thought that his talisman class instructor was the teacher who could give him the most exemptions - half of the credit exemptions he listed before were hers.
"Why do you think Zhang Huaigu would give you so many reward credits?" Su Shijun sneered, but there was no sarcastic intention: "She is now working hard to accumulate resources for high-level registered wizards, so she strives to build her own 'star student', hoping that this 'star student' can make her teaching resume more glorious... In this case, how could she let you go easily?"
Zheng Qing looked out the window with a look of disgrace.
The cold wind rolled onto the windows with drizzling raindrops, like fine needles of cow hair, rustling with glass, leaving behind wisps of distorted and clear water marks.