Zheng Qing didn't have the heart to pay attention to the events held by "Give me a frog" or "Give him a frog".
There are enough worries.
He now has no feeling of "the beginning of the New Year, everything will be renewed" after the start of the New Year. Instead, he feels like he is over half of the semester, and is full of things, and is deeply trapped in the quagmire, making people breathless.
Just like Xiao Xiao complained at noon - this is the first day of school!
From 2:00 to 5:00 pm, it is a normal talisman class, a time-changing talisman learning; then it takes an hour to rest, from 6:00 to 9:00 pm, there is another Yin talisman learning.
Fortunately, the professors had not started to assign too many homework, so that young public-paid students had a little room to breathe. Even so, because of the new lesson schedule, he was still a little busy.
The fifteen-hour course, five professors, and different students from four classes (three of which are strangers), these things were suddenly and firmly stuffed into the young wizard's mind, leaving him in a state of extreme tension all day long, and he fell asleep after returning to the dormitory at night.
The next Tuesday.
Zheng Qing felt that he opened his eyes by relying on inertia.
Because he woke up at six o'clock in the morning, and it was another day to do morning class. Of course, to others, or to the doctor's opinion, he slept for eight hours in one sleep, which was a natural awakening.
Zheng Qing had no energy to argue with the doctor on such details.
When he woke up, the sky was already slightly bright, and his mind was blank. It was a long time ago that there were no monsters or chases in the dream. There was only nothingness, which made him feel the emptiness that he had just returned from the blank land.
Zheng Qing forgot to read a sentence where he said: Every time a person sleeps, he dies, and every awakening is a rebirth. He used to think that this sentence had some very subtle truths, but now, he only thinks that this sentence is a kind of reverse realistic.
Because he was drowsy, he suddenly felt that sleeping was rebirth, and awakening was death.
The normal time period on Tuesday morning is a divination class.
The second-level battle formation theory was selected when changing time. Zheng Qing took this course to find a clever trick, because the Yusin Hunting Team was able to skillfully use the second-level battle formation, and it was obviously much easier to guide theoretical learning from practice.
Just like yesterday afternoon, before the divination professor entered the classroom, Zheng Qing had been obediently hanging the invisibility talisman, huddling in the corner, keeping silent, and waiting for the breakfast that Fatty Xin bought for him and the doctor.
In the past, fat wizards would take breakfast outside Feiyuan to wait, but this morning, Zheng Qing had not finished his punches, and he received Xin's message, suggesting that the two of them go to the classroom early in advance.
"There are so many people who want to inquire about you, and I almost couldn't walk out of the cafeteria alive!"
The fat wizard wrote in the paper crane, with his handwriting sloppy: "I will go to the editorial department first to help you see the direction of public opinion today. Don't reply to any interviews! Don't pay attention to any strangers! Don't answer any questions!"
Even without his repeated emphasis three times, Zheng Qing would not accept any interviews or answer any questions. This is his valuable experience after meeting with the Beta Town Post reporter in the first semester of his senior year.
"Nicholas didn't come to class, and Liu Feifei didn't take him a seat." Xiao Xiao pretended to preview the textbook, supported his head, and muttered his discovery at the blank area in the oblique corner of the wall: "...Carmen didn't come either. I asked, the gypsy witches who were borrowed from other classes have not been here these days, and there is a high probability..."
Several wrinkled letter papers emerged from the void and were stuffed under Xiao Xiao's nose.
"I received the paper crane yesterday," Zheng Qing's weak voice came from the air: "I just finished reading it, and there was almost no value... But these pictures should answer your guess... They are all from Gypsy Witches. Although I am not familiar with it, I remember hearing their names with Elena before, well, I have heard of their names."
Xiao Xiao was very wise, instead of holding on to a certain name mentioned by the Invisible Man, he pushed his glasses and read the letters intently.
The content is similar. Some ask Zheng Qing what textbooks he needs to prepare, some ask Zheng Qing if he knows other teachers from the Fringe College, and some just say hello to express his love for the First University and magic knowledge.
"Is Brother Qing here?" A thin hunchbacked figure suddenly appeared at Xiao Xiao's table, suddenly leaned over and grabbed a few handfuls in the empty space next to him: "I seemed to see you talking just now..."
Xiao Xiao calmly looked at Duan Xiaojian and grabbed the slap.
Then he pushed him away.
"I'm just previewing the textbook. Today's divination involves numerology, which is very difficult." While speaking, he noticed that the voices of other people chatting in the classroom suddenly became much lower. At least half of them were carefully looking at their corner, so he took a breath and raised his voice slightly: "...As for Zheng Qing, hasn't he become an assistant teacher? He was arrested by the assistant teacher team in the morning for a meeting... I don't know when he will come back."
There was a voice of regret all around me.
"What a pity," Duan Xiaojian smiled dryly, rubbed his hands, like a skinny fly: "I heard that Congressman Su might serve as the dean of the Fringe College. Is it true? If it is true, I bet that there will definitely be a large number of people in the four colleges who want to drop out of the school and transfer to the college..."
A chubby arm stretched out from behind and pushed the thin witch aside roughly.
"Public opinion is a bitch for dancing erotic dance. Whatever the audience wants to see, it will reveal where it is. There is no moral integrity!" Fatty Xin rudely made a conclusion for Duan Xiaojian's 'heard', and changed the subject: "The Yushu Hunting Team needs to hold a brief meeting to discuss friendly matches with other hunting teams...so..."
He gestured a sorry gesture to Duan Xiaojian and quickly supported a small barrier.
In the barrier, Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief, pulled off the invisibility talisman hanging on his body, grabbed the paper bag held by the fat wizard, took out the meat bag, and stuffed it into his stomach in a few seconds: "I starve to death... I feel like I can eat a cow now!"
"No, you can't eat it." The fat wizard tilted his head in surprise and looked at his 'new' deskmate: "Why are you sitting in the elder's seat..."
"If he sat next to me, he would have been caught by Duan Xiaojian just now. This was his idea." Xiao Xiao raised the soy milk in his hand, as if he was attending a dance: "The crisis forces a person to grow up quickly."
Zheng Qing snatched his cup, gusted and took two mouthfuls, pressed down the bun in his mouth, and then asked with a breath: "The one that Camel just said... What the hell is Su Shijun serving as the dean of the Fringe College!"