Zheng Qing is unknown why Colma chose to build the school on the edge of a dangerous cliff.
Perhaps the witch felt that this academy was in danger at all times, and could not tolerate any carelessness; perhaps the witch thought that the Fringe Academy was built on the edge of Bouge Island and could clearly release her kindness to the wizards in the core area that she would not compete for more resources; or perhaps it was just because the good places on the island were already in charge, and the Fringe Academy, as a latecomer, had no more room for choice.
Whatever the real possibility.
Zheng Qing only thought this choice was great.
He liked the new campus of the Fringe College very much. Standing on the cliff, looking into the distance, looking at the boundless sea and the same boundless sky, he inexplicably felt a sense of relaxation that the world was empty, as if the countless pressures were lurking in his heart, in this moment, in the surging waves in his ears and the faint bird songs in the sky, all disappeared without a trace.
"You shouldn't stand there."
Thomas, who completed the handover, followed his figure to the edge of the cliff and said to the young wizard facing the distance with his eyes closed: "You are now a teacher - even if you are just the lowest-level assistant - your every move is affecting your students. So, don't stand on the edge of the cliff, as this will make your students think there is no danger here."
"They need to know that it's dangerous here."
Zheng Qing murmured, slowly opened his eyes, turned around, and looked at the temporary camp located between the slopes. The tall wooden fences were staggered, and were hung with gifts from the marginal people - from crystal skulls to shriveled human hands, to strange avatars carved by obsidian, ropes woven by five-color fine linen, peach talismans carved by lightning wood, stone bows and arrows, black water plants, strings of shells and dull pearls, etc., one by one, hanging in an orderly manner between the fences, and a small wooden sign was ordered under each gift, with no name left on it, only ancient and sincere blessings.
As his eyes crossed the fence, his vision suddenly became cramped.
The sparse tents that were originally seen below changed angles and immediately became much crowded. The uneven roofs of the tent were flashing with dull colors under the gray sky light, like a piece of dried fish skin.
Dozens of dark shadows extended from the silent forest in the distance, like dark ropes tied to the wrinkled "fish skin". The wooden nails nailed at the feet of the tent looked like burning torches, shining with pale flames without any temperature during the day.
"The school guardian magic circle is still in the process of adjustment, so it can only provide some protection for the edge academy through indirect means. Those shadows use a few ancient trees in the Silent Forest as magic nodes to communicate with several other academies. The volunteers in your class come here through the channels built by those shadows."
While briefly explaining the unfinished academy, Thomas took Zheng Qing slowly down the slope and walked towards the tallest tent: "...The class will start in less than a quarter of an hour. Are you going to wait in the classroom or outside?"
Zheng Qing hesitated and stood outside the tent.
A burst of warm and noisy talk came from inside. Most of the sounds were strange, but some were familiar, vaguely students from Astronomy Class 08-1.
“…When Beta Town Post published the news of the pre-establishment of the Fringe Academy, I went to take a look at the front page of the newspaper, thinking that it was April 1st, and I remembered the wrong day…”
"Nicholas! Not confident, one of the typical characteristics of wizards in the North District, you should change this mentality..."
"Fatty, this is not unconfidence. I mean, who would believe that the First University would set up a special college for the North District Wizards? You know, before entering the university, most of these young wizards had not received formal middle school education! That's why I thought, 'This is not true, maybe the Post editor was hit by the powerful confusion curse of the pranksters, or today is April 1'... In comparison, April 1 is more likely. But what are you guessing the result? I was wrong! The First University really set up a new college that accepts North District people!"
"When the Great Sage announced this news, everyone was stunned... the atmosphere easily reminded of the days when Catherine came out of the Keeni hut, raised her magic book, and cast her first magic."
"Oh, I remember that day... I wanted to hold back my tears, but I was so excited."
"The fairy tale becomes reality."
"No, this is a miracle that magic can bring..."
Zheng Qing felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and Thomas was looking at him with encouragement: "Get in, it's almost time."
Hula!
The curtains of the tent were lifted.
The noisy breath came to my face, but it stopped abruptly in the boy's stiff figure. Zheng Qing's eyes swept through the entire classroom quickly and unexpectedly found that it was much larger than he imagined: tall floor-to-ceiling windows, plain curtains covered with fine magic patterns, and shiny test benches to display the two sides of the classroom. Dozens of candles surrounded a silver-white candlestick, floating steadily in the air, and a few green elves flashed their wings and shuttled happily between them.
In the classroom are two tables.
On the left side of the table were students wearing light green robes, and on the right were students wearing big red robes, as if blooming flowers were blooming, with uniform and rhythmic colors.
He could easily see many familiar faces from those ‘flowers’.
But the most interesting thing is the pair sitting in the center of the front row of the classroom - the red robe is Liu Feifei, the second-year chief student of Jiuyou Academy, and the green robe is Nicholas, who is in the fourth freshman year - at this moment, the old student with a ponytail and a sallow complexion is straightening his back and looking at him with a serious face.
Zheng Qing couldn't help laughing.
"Good afternoon everyone!"
He waved his hand, his movements unexpectedly smooth and natural, and he blurted out the opening remark that had been practicing for a long time in his mind: "I am your assistant to the talisman class. Many people should know my name, but according to the process, I still have to introduce myself.
My surname is Zheng and my name is Qing. I am 19 years old this year. I am studying in Class 08-1, Grade 2, Astronomy Class of 9 You College, No. 1. All of you here are my classmates. For more personal resumes, you can browse the Beta Town Post No. published on Monday or the first page of the school newspaper on Tuesday. The reporters' investigations are clearer than I know about myself..."
The originally slightly stiff atmosphere finally disappeared in this little complaint, and everyone laughed unconsciously. Zheng Qing noticed that Jiang Yu, who was sitting in the corner of the front row, quietly gave him a thumbs up, and suddenly felt that his thoughts were becoming more and more smooth.