It's not good to go against an excellent fortune teller. He can always predict your predictions and leave you with no way out. The young public-funded student glanced at the small flower pot and was weak to put away the talisman gun.
After realizing that he was safe, Fatty Xin picked up the wooden comb on the bed and combed the hair of Tuantuan. Xiao Xiao was more cautious and did not immediately put away the amulets on the table.
"Don't worry, this is the first day of school, and I'm not crazy yet."
Zheng Qing murmured, dragging his heavy steps, and stumbled onto his own bed, muttering: "It's so deadly... I have six hours to have class in the afternoon... three hours tonight..."
Just by doing so simply, the witch felt that her future was dark.
However, after hearing these complaints, his two roommates became interested.
"Yes, I almost forgot to ask you." The fat wizard leaned forward, looking curious: "How did you feel when you changed your time class? Is it fun? Is it difficult?"
“It’s very noisy.”
Speaking of his impression of that class, Zheng Qing immediately came to his noisy deskmate, gave the simplest answer, and then stopped, adding: "...It's also dangerous. The course feels interesting, but I suspect that this is interesting because I brought it through the first time switching to class... Do you still remember the magic philosophy of the first semester of my freshman year? The difficulty of ancient arts is similar to that of it, and it sounds a little more complicated... I feel that I can't graduate this semester..."
He buried his head in the pillow and wailed in a muffled voice.
The fat wizard was worried: "It sounds very troublesome... Fortunately, I didn't plan to graduate early. I remember you said you could take courses related to talismans..."
"No advanced courses that can be taught to calculate three credits by a joint meeting are simple." Xiao Xiao calmly closed the amulets on the table and complained.
"You can't say they don't have anything to do."
Zheng Qing felt like he was almost asleep in a daze. He listened to Xiao Xiao's words and thought about the fat wizard in his mind. The content he said did not seem to have much to do with both: "Basic talismans and ancient alchemy are like a bunch of large and small gears and a precision differential machine... No matter how much I know about gears, I can't hold back the structure of that differential machine is complicated..."
He didn't know whether his companions understood the true meaning of his metaphor.
I don't have the energy to know.
When the image of the gears and the differential machine flashed through his mind, the witch fell into a deep sleep. But he felt that as soon as he closed his eyes, the fat wizard shouted in his ears:
"Get up quickly! It's already half past one! Do you want to be late for the first day of school?"
Zheng Qing felt like Santiago on a small fishing boat was being dragged by the violent marlin and rolled among the waves, and his whole body was about to fall apart.
A faintly, he heard the doctor's voice: "It's a talisman class in the afternoon. Even if he is late and is deducted points for the class, Teacher Zhang can make up for him by extra points before get out of class..."
After hearing the keywords of "deduct points" and "added points", Zheng Qing finally woke up.
"It's already half past one?" He was still confused.
The next second, a cup of cold and sticky liquid was roughly slapped at his mouth. After taking a sip, Zheng Qing woke up completely. He blinked and saw the light green liquid in the cup, his nose wings slightly closed, and a fresh and lively breath of the unique green grass rushing towards him.
The elves obediently held the hot towel and came up.
"To be precise, it's already 1:32." Xiao Xiao glanced at the time, then looked at the boy who was wiping his face, and shook his head: "It's only the first day... By the way, if I were you, I would wear an invisibility talisman before going out."
Zheng Qing's eyes were exposed from the hot towel, and his eyes were a little confused.
Fat Xin, who was about to go out, stopped and explained simply: "When you were sleeping, at least one hundred paper cranes flew in the dormitory, all of whom were asking you about the Fringe College... Mr. Assistant Teacher, you are popular again."
He gestured a thumb, looking amazed.
Zheng Qing looked in the direction of his finger.
Then I found that there was a large net bag on the desk at some point. A group of small paper cranes of different colors were flapping their wings in the net bag, rustling. The fat cat poked its claws, reached into the net bag, and plucked it around, looking very interested.
Bang!
The sound of closing the door sounded, and Zheng Qing realized that the two roommates had left the dormitory one after another. He hurriedly stood up, put the paper cranes into the gray cloth bag three or five times, and then took out two invisibility talismans.
He is not very capable, he just listens to advice.
Since the doctor suggests carrying an invisibility talisman, that's absolutely right.
On the way to the teaching building, he dismantled more than a dozen paper cranes and browsed them briefly. Most of the letters were from letters from preparatory students of the Fringe College, while the rest were from different newspapers. He hoped to make a brief interview with Zheng Qing.
For the latter, the boy directly kneaded it into a ball, intending to take time to burn it into ashes.
But he was a little confused about the purpose of the former.
Regarding this, Xiao Xiao gave a relatively reliable guess: "The news of the establishment of the Fringe Academy was only circulated from our class meeting last night... Don't pick on words. Of course, I know that the high-level wizards inside and outside the school must have heard of it, but it was only after the legendary wizard Lao Yao mentioned it briefly at our regular meeting that it was truly spread.
In other words, the news established by the college has been reported for less than a day... and you are the third "faculty" who confirmed to be working in the Fringe College besides Colma and Professor Monteria... Those preparatory students are almost trapped, and those reporters are asking for information, which is not surprising at all... Sorry, he hasn't come yet... I don't know either, yes... I will definitely tell you if there is any news."
Seeing Xiao Xiao skillfully sending another classmate who came to inquire about the news, Zheng Qing looked numb.
At this moment, he was hanging the invisibility talisman and huddled against the wall.
Less than ten minutes before class, the classroom was in a mess - in addition to discussing the two big news about Fringe College and Zheng Qing as a teaching assistant, many people are also sharing some green leaflets.
“The ‘Please Give Me a Frog’ campaign is going to hold a parade celebration this weekend.”
Fatty Xin shook a leaflet and happily shared the news he found with his companions: "They probably think that the Fringe Academy was established because of the effects of the activities they had last semester... Although I think they were a bit gigging on their faces, I will still participate in this celebration... I will definitely find a lot of good materials!"