The angry value not only has a distance limit, but also has a time limit.
On the way to the teaching building, this conclusion suddenly popped up in Zheng Qing's mind.
If Xiao Xiao and Xin were still in the dormitory, there would be a storm in the end, and the cat hair and yellow talismans flew around. But because the distance between them was widened, the little anger that Zheng Qing accumulated in the bathroom was not enough to support a small flame to continue to burn. Every second, the topics discussed by pedestrians on the roadside inevitably distracted part of his attention and vented part of his accumulated anger.
Until you reach the classroom door.
Zheng Qing's concerns about his personal safety have exceeded his murderous intentions for his two roommates.
"I feel like someone sneaked into the classroom, but I can't see it." The little man muttered the simple drawing behind the door, putting his hand on the pergola, jumping left and right on the small white paper, trying to find the sneaky guy.
Fortunately, it sounds very small, but no one else heard it.
Zheng Qing subconsciously touched the invisible talisman hanging around his waist.
The gentle magic power followed the twisted circuit and was quietly spinning on the talisman paper, smooth and stable. The witch held her breath, took her steps lightly, and carefully avoided every classmate she met.
Less than five minutes before class, most people have already sat down to preview the textbooks, which is the main reason why Zheng Qing did not encounter more trouble.
His eyes first fell on the first row of the classroom.
Jiang Yu lowered his head, focused on the homework in front of him, and turned a deaf ear to the noise in the classroom. A strand of black hair fell from her ear, and she seemed to have no time to lift it up.
When Zheng Qing passed by her, he saw a few stacks of textbooks neatly placed on the small desk, including Inoke magic, Fudu spells, and astrological divination. The witch was turning the astrological table in her hand, constantly recording various different values on the notebook. The dense numbers looked dizzy.
He couldn't help but stretch out his fingers and carefully helped the witch to tweak his hair.
"Li Meng!"
The witch who lowered her head to do her homework snorted: "Don't do such small moves! Assigning those homework to you is not because you are talking nonsense in front of others, but to lay a solid foundation for your junior and even senior year study..."
The little witch, who was originally lying on the reference book, turned her head blankly and looked at her cousin, not knowing what she was talking about.
Zheng Qing held back her laughter, tiptoed, and quietly slipped towards the back of the classroom.
Then he noticed that an uninvited guest appeared at the place he booked - this word is a bit inaccurate, to be precise, the owner of the seat was back.
Before lunch break, several male witches in dormitory 403 also discussed when Zhang Jixin would return to school. Xiao Xiao, the most optimistic at that time, also believed that he would not come back tomorrow as early as possible.
But just two hours later, Zheng Qing saw the guy in the classroom who should be still thousands of miles away. At this moment, he was waving his arms and talking with his two companions.
He subconsciously accelerated his pace.
When he was a few meters away from the corner of the male witches in the back row, he clearly felt the gray cloth bag that was originally hanging around his waist swayed slightly, and the smooth magic power on the talisman paper showed an extremely subtle stagnation. Immediately, the noise in the classroom seemed to be far away from him at this moment.
Zheng Qing immediately realized that he had just passed through a delicate sound insulation barrier.
Xiao Xiao's eyes moved slightly, glanced at the direction where the aisle was, and leaned forward without moving, leaving a narrow passage for a transparent person.
With this "narrow gate" alone, Zheng Qing decided to forgive his previous nonsense.
Of course, he was more interested in why Zhang Jixin came to the school earlier than expected.
As soon as he approached the corner and passed through a layer of sound insulation barrier again, Zhang Jixin's thick voice clearly reached Zheng Qing's ears.
“…I don’t know why,”
The red-faced witch was covered in dust, with a few suspicious blood stains on her robe: "Originally we had chased the seventh breathable hole, and at most one or two holes, we would definitely catch the cunning ice dragon... Its tail has been broken by me, and I decided not to run far... But my brother seemed to have received some news, and he pulled me back in a hurry, and didn't even sit on the Earth Dragon Express, but spent a lot of money to go to the clock passage... When I arrived at school, I heard that Brother Zha was going to grab his position, and the Blood Friends Association was also sneaky and didn't know what he was doing..."
“Bad talk!”
Zheng Qing gritted his teeth and interrupted Zhang Jixin's words, defending himself with a angrily apology: "I don't even know how many departments of the sacred will have. Why do I grab Lei Zhe's position? Do you find a playmate for the group of hairy groups on the cat fruit tree?"
Zhang Jixin's voice came to an abrupt end.
He looked at the empty aisle in front of him, and the confusion in his eyes lasted only a few seconds before he woke up: "Brother Zha? Are you in trouble again?... Well, my brother said that he will not let people of will cause trouble for you! Wait, I just heard from the fat man that you are the assistant coach of the Fringe Hunting Team? Why does the Fringe Hunting Team need an assistant coach?"
"It's the Fringe Academy." Fatty Xin had to correct the problem of the red-faced witch being confused.
"What edge college?" Zhang Jixin frowned: "I feel like I'm two days late to come to school. Why is the world changing so quickly... I can't understand what you say!"
Forget it, I'm tired, so that's it.
Zheng Qing slapped himself on the desk in a moment, without saying a word.
"The Vice President is here!!"
The little man screamed and reminded everyone that class was about to begin.
Zheng Qing, who was on the table, reacted for a few seconds before suddenly awakening. Today, during the normal period on Tuesday afternoon, it was a class from Professor Monteria.
Professor Monteria is already the vice president of the Fringe College.
Before the screams of the villain sounded, he vaguely felt that he had forgotten something.
But his busy study career made him full of art, talismans, yin talismans, spells and new divination techniques. He had to deal with all kinds of strange rumors or unreasonable speculation in his spare time, so that until Professor Monteria walked into the classroom, he remembered what he ignored.
"Sir."
The young assistant teacher muttered, and finally realized that he was paying too much attention to the news and ignoring the real world - although there were news that he was a assistant teacher at the Fringe College these two days, perhaps he heard too much that he had completely forgotten that Lao Yao once told him to take time to visit the two vice deans of the Fringe College before class on Thursday.
What's worse is that his teaching plan is still blank and he didn't write a single word.