Zheng Qing is not sure whether he is the luckiest hunter.
But he was very convinced that if the classmates in the class knew that they were really capable of making holes in a great wizard, they would not be able to be purified in at least two months.
So he kept winking at Fatty Xin and signaled him to help change the topic. The fat wizard lived up to his expectations and immediately reached out to grab Downton who continued to lean forward.
"Squad leader!"
The fat wizard took out a wrinkled parchment from somewhere and whispered in Downton's ear: "If you have something, please help me see it, that Thursday..."
"I can't choose the class on Thursday afternoon, right?"
Downton tilted his head and said something he hadn't said yet, then turned to look at the other two witches in the corner: "...you can't choose either?"
Xiao Xiao's head finally pulled out of his laptop, held his glasses, and nodded silently.
Can't choose a class?
This was the first time Zheng Qing heard such words and couldn't help scratching his head. In recent days, he has indeed spent a lot of effort on class selection, but until now his class schedule has not been approved by Lao Yao, so naturally he doesn't know what it is impossible to choose.
He curiously took the wrinkled parchment piece of fat wizard - this is a "class schedule" that every student will receive when registering for a report. Under normal circumstances, students only need to fill in the corresponding time period of their favorite courses when choosing a course. It is difficult for Zheng Qing to understand that in just one afternoon, the fat man could actually toss the class schedule into this shape.
It's also a kind of talent.
He tried to smooth the wrinkled parchment, then dipped his quill ink, thought for a while, and tried to write the words ‘magic biology’ in the space on Thursday afternoon.
But the first word "demon" can't be written anymore.
Zheng Qing felt that the tip of the quill pen seemed to be scratched on a smooth oil paper covered with wax. After the ink poured out, it was quickly sucked back by the tip, but there was no such problem in other areas of the class schedule.
Fatty Xin kept staring at Zheng Qing's quill pen carefully. After confirming that he could not choose the class, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly grabbed his class schedule and muttered: "I'm scared... Even if you fill in it casually, don't fill in 'magic biology', you don't know..."
He suddenly realized that Downton was still next to him, and seemed not suitable to talk about the "Guan Ning Lecturer", so he quickly shut up. Fortunately, Downton's attention was still on Zheng Qing's inability to choose the class, and he did not notice the fat wizard's small misconduct.
"This is not a problem for you guys."
Downton sighed heavily - Zheng Qing was very glad that his attention had moved away from the big demon - he reached out and pulled around the classroom: "Everyone, I mean everyone in our Astronomy Class 08-1. I can't choose the class on Thursday afternoon... I've inquired about this problem. There were no other classes in the second grade of Jiuyou Academy, other grades in the school, and several other colleges in the school."
Thursday afternoon is a public compulsory course. From the beginning, the courses during this period seem a bit "unsparent". On the one hand, the courses arranged by the school for this period seem "not very important", and on the other hand, this course is a compulsory course for everyone.
For example, in the first semester of my freshman year, the school arranged life classes to teach everyone how to use magic to wash clothes, clean, clean rooms, etc.; in the second semester of my freshman year, all students from Jiuyou Academy were arranged to be the common word for fishman, because Linzhong Lake occupies a large area of ​​the institution, and all Jiuyou Academy inevitably deal with those smelly aquatic creatures during college.
However, in Zheng Qing's impression, the old professor named Garcia who taught the fishman language was always clean and without any odor, which left a very deep impression on him.
In the first semester of my sophomore year, this course became a "career planning". Every class was telling everyone some very reasonable nonsense, so that at the end of the semester, Zheng Qing did not leave much impression on this course - well, maybe the groggy heads in the class were his deepest impression.
When he was sorting out the course schedule a few days ago, the boy was still regretting that if he had to take the first few semesters himself, he would definitely choose a more important course worth three credits, and would not waste time by choosing a course that could only get two credits but wasting his time. If he took a course of three credits, he would be able to save three more credits in one and a half years, which means that he could take one less major course this semester.
But I didn't expect that his "never forgetting" would "echo" in this strange way.
"Is the course selection system malfunctioning?"
Zheng Qing's first reaction was that Lao Yao was busy with the laboratory and dealing with relevant departments, so he forgot to register and report for Class 08-1 of the Astronomy Class, which made him feel a little guilty when asking.
"uncertain."
Downton touched his chin and showed a hint of distress on his face: "I went to the office to find Lao Yao in the afternoon, but the door god didn't let me in, saying that the professor was meeting an important guest..."
This time, Zheng Qing became more and more guilty. He couldn't help but lower his head and began to fiddle with the quill pen on the table. Xiao Xiao immediately noticed his abnormality and narrowed his eyes silently.
"...I remember you have a wide relationship in school, and I thought you knew what's going on." Downton picked up another quill pen of Zheng Qing, combed the feathers on it, and shook his head: "Actually, the other thing I came over is to ask this. It seems that there is no need to ask... By the way, what did you use when dealing with that dark wizard..."
"Old Yao is here!!!"
The screams of the villain behind the door broke the noise in the classroom.
Downton, who had originally planned to discuss the details of the battle deep in the silent forest with Zheng Qing, sighed in disappointment and returned to his seat reluctantly.
The circle of people gathered around Li Meng also instantly scattered birds and beasts. The little witch immediately folded her arms on the desk and sat upright.
Soon, Lao Yao pushed the door open and entered.
But he is not alone.
Jiang Yu followed him with a thick stack of materials. I wonder if it was an illusion, but Zheng Qing always felt that the witch had been looking at him with a strange look after entering the door, and he didn't even avoid anyone.
"You have made new progress with the squad leader?"
Fatty Xin tried to tilt his head back, his lips moved slightly, and he squeezed his eyebrows and looked like he caught the big news. This made Zheng Qing realize that what he had just seen was not an illusion.
"Sit down!"
The young public student kicked the stool in front with guilt, keeping the big head away from him. But he could kick Xin's stool but couldn't control the necks of the other people in the class. Although there was no careful statistics, Zheng Qing felt that at least more than half of the people in the class were quietly spinning between him and Jiang Yu.
This strange atmosphere even attracted Lao Yao's attention.
Chapter completed!