Zheng Qing originally thought that Lao Yao's so-called "stay" meant staying in the classroom, but unexpectedly, the professor on the podium showed his sleeves and gathered the two young wizards. After the sky was dizzy, when Zheng Qing came to his senses, the three of them had returned to the dean's office.
In the mahogany bookcase, the row of small and shriveled demon heads were biting their ears and whispering. After noticing the boy's ignorant eyes, they grinned and showed a fierce expression.
This fierce aura made Zheng Qing wake up quickly.
"professor--"
The witch's pleasant complaint came from his ears: "If you want to take him back to the office, why give it to me... a waste of time."
While speaking, she handed over a book wrapped in kraft paper to Lao Yao's desk. At the same time, she looked back at Zheng Qing, with her eyebrows and eyes curled: "I forgot to tell you...congratulations~"
Zheng Qing looked confused.
The office owner behind the desk bit his pipe and laughed: "Ah, sorry, sorry... I originally thought of announcing this matter at the regular meeting, but I seemed to overestimate everyone's ability to bear it, so I changed my mind temporarily... After all, plainness is the true meaning of life, and too much drama will make people unable to bear it..."
While talking nonsense, he grabbed the notebook and tore off the kraft paper packaging outside, revealing the crimson matte leather inside. He looked only at the appearance, which looked very much like the honor certificates Zheng Qing won at high school.
Merlin's Golden Medal?
This was the first thought that came to his mind.
Immediately, Lao Yao stuffed the certificate into Zheng Qing's hand, patted his shoulder, and encouraged: "According to the normal process, this thing should be distributed by the teaching assistant team under the supervision of the chairman of the professor's joint meeting... But if things are urgent, I can send it. After all, I am still the dean of Jiuyou College..."
Zheng Qing ignored the noise in his ears and just stared blankly at the cover of the "certificate" in his hand, his eyes a little straightened.
The cover has a good texture, delicate, smooth but elastic to the touch. The fine lines like spider webs are etched in the shallow and invisible lines. When you pass your fingertips, you can feel a trace of extremely subtle numbness. But you don’t know if it is the natural effect of the skin, or the invisible magic patterns etched between the lines during the production.
But none of this matters.
Zheng Qing's attention is now focused on the two large gilded characters in the center of the front of the certificate—
letter of appointment
This seems a little different from what he expected.
Lao Yao bit his pipe, hugged his arms, and stood by the desk, looking tolerant, and did not blame the boy for his loss for a moment; Jiang Yu leaned over to the boy, and urged with a smile: "Open it quickly and see..."
Zheng Qingmu looked up and opened the letter of appointment in his hand—
Zheng Qing (classmate) is hereby hired as an assistant teacher (simultaneous) of the Talismanship Class of the First University Fringe College, to enjoy and assume the rights and obligations of a full member of the First University Teaching Assistant Group. The term of employment is one semester, from February 22, 2010 to June 27, 2010.
——Special letter of appointment, proof
——Front College of the First University
——February 21, 2010
There are two bright red seals on it, one belongs to the Fringe College of the First University, and the other is the Vice Dean of the Fringe College, Colma de Geni. The white paper is covered with light green patterns, like weeds. You can vaguely see the triangular school emblem of the First University flip and scrolling between them.
"Is Senior Sister Colma the vice president of the Fringe Academy?" He murmured, gently brushing the green grass-like patterns with his fingertips, trying to start to sort out the messy thoughts at this moment from the parts he could figure out.
But as soon as this question was spoken, Zheng Qing knew that he was talking nonsense.
Perhaps Colma's qualifications are slightly insufficient, but she is more than enough to serve as the vice president of a newly established academy for the significance of a wizard in the North District and her rank.
"One of the vice presidents."
Lao Yao took the pipe away from his mouth, corrected the boy's words, and explained briefly: "After all, the college has not been officially established yet, it is just a 'pre-established' state, and the school has not finally confirmed the candidate for the dean... So now we have just hired two vice deans to preside over the daily work first. One is Miss Colma, and the other is Professor Monteria who teaches you the magic literature class... Your appointment has been recommended by both of them, and it is very important!"
He put down his pipe, picked up a cup of tea from somewhere, blew the tea that floated on the surface, took a sip, and nodded with satisfaction: "Sure enough, the tea leaves poured with demon flesh and blood tasted more delicious."
Zheng Qing held the letter of appointment in his hand and felt that it weighed more than a thousand pounds.
It’s not that he doesn’t have the confidence to teach those wizards in the North District. To be honest, even if the school arranged him to be the assistant teacher in the talisman class of Jiuyou Academy, he would be true at all.
The problem is that this semester, he has to take nearly thirty courses a week, so where can he have time to be an assistant teacher at the Fringe College!
“Don’t worry about time.”
Perhaps guessing his concern, Lao Yao took a small sip of tea, shook his head, and comforted: "There are not too many students in the marginal college participating in the preparatory course. Just take one class a week to teach them... I looked at it, just that class on Thursday afternoon, others are volunteering, you can serve as a teaching assistant, kill two birds with one stone!"
"You should tell me in advance in the afternoon, Professor." Zheng Qing sighed heavily, with a sad face.
"I said it," Lao Yao put down the teacup, spread his hands, and smiled: "'The title of a public student or a big Arcana is not enough. It needs to be more specific and richer.'... This is what I said."
Zheng Qing recalled it, it was indeed the original words.
But his original words have nothing to do with the "teacher assistant".
"Anyway, you have already taken the offer letter. How to prepare lessons and how to attend classes? You can take the time to ask Hilda or Thomas. I remember you have a good relationship, right?"
As he said that, Lao Yao rubbed his hands, picked up two other pieces of parchment paper and two small wooden boxes from the table, and before stuffing it to the two young wizards, he looked at Zheng Qing again and added: "Oh, by the way, tomorrow is the first day of the hiring period, and Thursday is your first class. Well, before class, that is, before Thursday, remember to take time to visit the two deans of the Fringe College to hear if they have any opinions or suggestions on your teaching plan... Don't have time? If you don't have time, squeeze out lunch and sleep time at night, but you must not abuse this..."
He bent his fingers and knocked on the small wooden box that Zheng Qing took: "This is your time converter, which is used in a fool-like manner. You don't need to master powerful magic or profound spells... and the class schedule I confirm for you in the end, let's take a look first."