"Report to the boss, I've finished answering the paper!"
After half an hour of the exam, Zheng Qing had not yet found a cup of tea. A sudden and familiar voice interrupted his reverie, and his voice seemed full of momentum.
Zheng Qing looked closely and saw the employee of his own shop. As a relative of the new legend, the first generation of rat people, he was officially admitted to the Fringe Academy with his younger brother. This was probably a certain degree of recognition and mutual compromise between the alliance, the school and the moonlight council.
Of course, Dingdang Ear has now had an official name, Dingdang; its younger brother Dingdong Ear, has also become the name on the roster of "Dingdong".
Zheng Qing coughed dryly, stood up against the secretly curious gazes in the classroom, slowly walked to Ding Dang's side, and looked down at its paper.
On the huge test paper, there were strange symbols in the rune box, as if a little mouse dipped in ink was crawling over it. The bright red number was still "zero" in the blank space next to the rune box.
In other words, this rat man did not even write a standard talisman.
Sure enough, those who handed in the paper in advance were either top students or poor students.
Zheng Qing complained in his heart, and asked in a gentle tone: "It's still early, won't you write for a while? In addition, this is a school, don't call me the boss, just call me a teacher or a teacher..."
"Okay Mr. Boss!" Ding Dang agreed with a serious expression, held the brush again, and began to think hard.
Zheng Qing looked at the way it held the pen like a stick, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. The person in charge of supervising Ding Dang was Xiao Xiao. He held his glasses and made a helpless gesture to the boy.
The young teaching assistant suddenly felt that his work had a long way to go.
After this interruption, his expectation for the freshmen of the Fringe College was reduced a little again. Taking this opportunity, he circled around the classroom and found that there were only a few students who could silently write a basic talisman. After silencing three or five, it was already within the excellent range. The most prominent one was Nicholas. The bright red numbers in the blank space on the side of his test paper had jumped to '91', which was only one step away from 100.
Although this number seems a bit unworthy among the students in Astronomy Class 08-1, this number is the only one among the students in Fringe College.
Of course, not being able to silence the standard talismans does not mean that the freshmen in this classroom have no foundation. On the contrary, during the inspection, Zheng Qing noticed that the talismans drawn by many people were not invalid talismans - for example, the gypsy witch Carmen, who drew more than a dozen "anomalous talismans" in addition to the standard talismans. To be nice, she belongs to the talisman drawing technique that inherits the classical magic school. To be simple, it means that the talismans she learned from the gypsy witch group have long been outdated and have not been recognized as standards by the alliance.
Standard talismans only need to use cinnabar or ink to draw the rune form on yellow paper, and then fill the spirit and seal the feet to take effect. However, some old-fashioned talismans, such as the aberrant talismans drawn by Carmen, need to use dragon blood to modulate ink, use magic animals' skin nitrate carriers, and some complex talismans can only be released at a specific time, specific environment, or through specific rituals.
There should be many other foundations that have been broken like this.
Normally, it is much more difficult to straighten a tree that has grown crookedly than to plant a straight tree since childhood. Perhaps that's why the school will give these preparatory students from marginal colleges a whole semester to adapt to the time.
Zheng Qing frowned and thought about this matter carefully, noticing that he had been standing by Nicholas' table for a long time. Nicholas, who was so confident that he had written the runes in dictation, began to feel a little restless, and looked at the runes he had written halfway through suspicion, thinking that he had written something wrong.
The volunteer sitting next to Nicholas was Liu Feifei. Originally, she was just devoted to her eyes and looked at the waxy-faced old man with concentrating on writing the runes. But when Nicholas looked up to see Zheng Qing's expression for the third time, the witch finally couldn't help but look at the young assistant teacher angrily, with her eyes as if two small knives, poking around his face.
Zheng Qing realized it and laughed dryly.
Touching his inexplicably filled belly, he let out a slight whisper in his heart, and dada back to the podium. He turned his head and looked at the corner of the front row. He saw Jiang Yu staring at the North District Witch next to him, who was answering the questions, and seemed to have not noticed his gaze at all.
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"...When you were invigilating the exam, you stood by Nicholas for too long. For a moment, I felt that Feifei wanted to smash a evil curse on you."
Jiang Yu held the textbook, looked at Zheng Qing with a smile, and briskly raised the volunteer service that had just ended: "I even saw that her fingers had touched the spine of the Fashu Book!"
On Thursday afternoon's "Time Change Class", the two took the same "Clone Transformation" and so after the course at the Fringe Academy, the two left the classroom together to find a suitable room to change time.
Hearing the witch's teasing, Zheng Qing immediately thought of the chief student's vicious gaze and couldn't help laughing.
"Really?" he replied subconsciously: "I thought you didn't see me."
"What?"
"Well, I mean, I didn't expect Nicholas to actually decide to transfer to the academy again."
The young assistant teacher looked at the witch's smile-smile expression and immediately recalled what she had just said. She was a little confused and unconsciously avoided her gaze: "...He should be twenty-two years old this year. The same group of people who entered school with him have now started to conduct registered wizard assessments. If I were him, I would definitely not have the courage to come for another year."
"Why?" the witch seemed to be talking to herself, and also seemed to be asking a question.
Of course it's because it's not good-looking.
Although Zheng Qing thought so in his heart, the words had become another saying: "Of course it's because Liu Feifei is still in our class! Nicholas doesn't know if his head is broken, how could he leave his girlfriend and go to another college alone? It's so irresponsible!"
The witch was filled with indignation.
The girl had curved eyebrows and eyes, and she helped to remove a caterpillar that accidentally landed on the shoulder of a witch and bounced it away.
“It’s really irresponsible.”
Jiang Yu nodded in agreement, changed his tone, and praised the talisman class that had just ended: "To put it, you taught this class really well, especially the opening remarks... Summarizing the "Regulations on Campus Management of the First University" into six words is simply too insightful. It would be great if the textbooks we learned could also summarize them..."