Early in the morning, Zheng Qing got up and immediately lay down at the desk, observing the status of the three elves who had applied "Haohema essential oil" last night.
After one night's consumption, the clear essential oil turned into a transparent film, wrapping the elf inside like a seborrheic. If it weren't for the fact that the film was still in the rhythmic slight ups and downs, Zheng Qingzai would have been unable to hold back and tore it apart.
Don’t interfere with any magic process at will, this is the basic quality of every wizard.
"No invisibility today?"
Before leaving the door, Xiao Xiao noticed that Zheng Qing was not invisible and couldn't help but hold on to his glasses. He hesitated for a few seconds: "I just remembered..."
Tsk!
What a clumsy and bad excuse.
"You have seen the scoops in the morning, the crystal balls and the old almanac." Zheng Qingheng glanced at him, tightened the belt on his robe, and looked unhappy: "Even if I will be beaten, you will not be implicated... You should have more confidence in your divination ability!"
The doctor smiled dryly, but did not turn back and do what he had just forgotten, silently following Zheng Qing's footsteps.
Although Zheng Qing was full of confidence on the surface, he felt a little weak in his heart.
I never left my pockets along the way.
Fortunately, after a week of intense digestion and public appearance in class yesterday afternoon, other young wizards in the school showed great tolerance and patience towards Zheng Qing's appearance, but the worst situation he imagined did not occur.
"I heard a sentence in the editorial department."
Before class, Fatty Xin held a stack of parchment paper and quickly flipped through it while teaching Zheng Qing a serious lesson: "There are two kinds of wizards in this world, one is the wizard who dominates public opinion, and the other is the wizard who dominates public opinion. You are obviously the first wizard, but you have to live a second... I'll ask you, why bother?"
Zheng Qing frowned, the fried egg sandwich in his hand stopped in the air, and his cheeks stopped wriggling.
He always felt that the fat man's words sounded a little familiar.
"I remember this is not about the relationship between public opinion and wizards."
Xiao Xiao was still widely involved and questioned the first time: "If you remember correctly, this is a conclusion when the old-school wizards discussed the mutual domination of 'soul and body'... The wizard whose soul controls the body and the wizard whose body controls the soul. The former is externally manifested as self-awareness and self-discipline, while the latter is externally manifested as ignorance and out of control."
Zheng Qing suddenly realized.
He remembered that this was something he read in a book when he was temporarily staying in Qingqiu Mansion some time ago. Because it was not long before many of the fallen wizards he had faced directly during the winter vacation, that sentence left a very deep impression on him.
He shook his head, took a fresh bite of the fried egg sandwich, turned the Beta Town Post in his hand to the last page, and glanced across the titles of several articles.
As expected.
Just like he had read dozens of pages of other newspaper content this morning.
The content of the report includes discussing a famous witch's secret lover, discussing the meaning of the fringe college, criticizing the new bill passed by Dan Hager, analyzing the impact of the North District wizards on the alliance's labor market, Martin Thor's newly launched advertisements for the full-element display of Alchemist chefs, Green and Flashing Spring Haute Clothing Battle, and even the youngest assistant to the First University in the first afternoon, etc.
There is no news of death.
The senior student who died unexpectedly in an unknown corner of an unknown new world at Starry Sky Academy seemed to have melted into the soil as early spring was about to come, and the snow melted in the corner of the campus quietly seeped into the soil.
After the sunlight rose, even the last trace of his existence—the shadow of the water stain—was quickly evaporated, and was forgotten by others except his relatives.
"If you don't give up, I can also help you find a copy of "Daily Horn Newspaper" or "Ganish Daily" or "Ms. Duoduo"... as long as you don't bother." The fat wizard kneaded the school newspaper submissions he had just "reviewed" into a ball and stuffed them into his pocket, with a surprisingly tolerant attitude.
"No need." Zheng Qing murmured, sighed softly, throwing the paper bag and paper cup left after breakfast at hand into the trash can not far away.
Turning his head to look out the window, the golden sunshine shrouded the entire school, the sky and the earth seemed so clean, everything was no different from yesterday and tomorrow.
Then he withdrew his gaze and looked at his two companions: "I have to hurry up after class...that kind of class...so I'll leave it to you about consulting Professor Tesla."
Although lacking the genius inspiration of Dr. Duzem, Professor Tesla is a very authoritative alchemist after all, and can give those three elves sufficient safe advice.
"You have emphasized it eight times, assistant teacher!" The fat wizard glanced at him speechlessly.
“Is there any?”
Zheng Qing rubbed his forehead and sighed tiredly: "I understand, sorry, I'm talking nonsense... I think it's probably because of frequent time changes, so I feel a little weakened..."
Hearing the words "time conversion", the fat wizard's attention immediately moved away from those parchment papers.
He hasn't given up on the idea of doing some news yet.
"Actually, I have always felt a little regretful," Fatty Xin thought about the words and tried his best to make his performance less urgent: "Think about it, why do you have to go to class every day, and take more classes... It's scary enough to be on this timeline!"
He lowered his stubborn fingers and poked the table in front of him hard.
"Hmph." Zheng Qing hummed twice perfunctorily, cautiously not taking on the topic.
Lao Yao's warning was clearly echoing in his ears yesterday afternoon. He didn't want to get a three-foot-long inspection book task just after school started.
"I have similar curiosity." Xiao Xiao rarely took off his glasses and looked at Zheng Qing thoughtfully: "...What kind of reason can make you, who are lazy by nature, diligently maintain such tortured days?"
The fat wizard, who felt the topic was opened, was immediately excited.
"If it were me," he poked his chest with his backhand: "Then the reason must be Councillor Su... But for this scumbag, it's hard to keep him motivated by just one or two witches..."
Zheng Qing's eyes twitched.
I really want to punch the fat face that looks like a bun in front of me.
However, although the fat man's logic was so wrong, he unexpectedly guessed a very different result - he did choose this tortured day because of his heavier responsibilities.
He couldn't let these two smart people continue to discuss.