February 28th, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
This day is not only the last day of the first week of school, but also the last day of February, and also the Lantern Festival (Lantern Festival). With the blessing of many factors, it seems that this day is a little bit dull and I am sorry for Calendar's efforts.
On the old calendar, it is advisable to travel, pray for blessings, and sacrifice today; it is not advisable to get married.
Fortunately, Zheng Qing didn't need to marry anyone today, so naturally there were not many taboos.
The good news is that there is no custom of giving gifts on the Lantern Festival.
So Zheng Qing doesn't need to rack his brains to think about how many people he should give, what gifts he gives, how much money each person gives, etc.
Therefore, after morning class this year, he had a rare time to sleep once and get back to sleep.
The bad news is that Zheng Qing has accumulated a week of unfinished homework and needs to work hard today, otherwise tomorrow will be a new week and he will save new homework that cannot be completed.
Given that he has the homework for twenty-eight courses, you can imagine how uneasy he is to sleep back.
After forcing himself to lie on the bed with his eyes closed for half an hour, he finally gave up struggling and got up depressedly. At this time, Xiao Xiao had already gone to the library. Before Fatty Xin could get up, the three elves in the sunflower plate were still in the cocoon as usual, and the fat cat was catching a blue paper crane on the balcony.
Zheng Qing squeezed into the balcony listlessly and grabbed the overly lively paper crane from under the cat's claws.
"What's the matter?" the fat man asked in a daze.
"Dylan said he would go back to school tonight and let us not sleep too hard." Zheng Qing murmured, folding the paper crane and throwing it to Tuantuan. Unfortunately, the paper crane that was dismantled had no mysterious charm. The fat cat lost interest in it, twisted his butt and answered on the desk, and continued to stare at the elves.
"Are you going to the library?" The fat man on the bed seemed to be talking in his sleep, his voice seemed empty and ethereal.
Zheng Qing pulled out his textbooks and lecture notes from the gray cloth bag, and took out one after another until twenty-eight books were taken out and stacked together, like a hill, making people feel desperate when they looked at it.
"No, public places are too dangerous."
The young public servant drooped his shoulders and looked at the hill. His voice seemed weak because of despair: "There are too much homework, and I don't have time to play house with those devils!"
Compared with the lessons he took yesterday, the little movements of the devils in the Seven Deadly Sins are indeed like playing house.
The last class last night was "Abusdo Conjecture". This is a very famous conjecture in the Dimensional School, related to forbidden mantras. The general content is based on this conjecture. There should be only forty to fifty ways to converge forbidden mantras in the magic world, and there are only six ways to explore the openly. Therefore, studying how to explore the other ways to converge forbidden mantras and analyzing the methods and methods of converging forbidden mantras is the main content of this class.
The teacher in this class is still hugging Yoko.
Without asking, this kind of course will never appear in the formal first university syllabus, but is a special course specially offered for special objects. Therefore, there are no formal textbooks in this course, and even the lecture notes copied by Zheng Qing were imposed by Master Baoyangzi, which was strictly prohibited from revealing to any other existence.
Zheng Qing suspected that if possible, Master Bao Yangzi would even create a steel box outside his head to ensure that the possibility of leaks is physically isolated from the possibility of leaks.
Rubbed the swelling and painful forehead.
Zheng Qing withdrew his thoughts and glanced out the window.
In the distance, you can vaguely see many paper dragons and paper phoenixes piercing them. They should be the freshman who intends to celebrate the Lantern Festival in the evening.
Speaking of the Lantern Festival.
Last year, it was still winter vacation, and it was still a week before school started. Zheng Qing no longer had much impression of that day, and only vaguely remembered that the final exam results were released that day, and the school sent students' pets to bring their transcripts to the students.
Zheng Qing couldn't remember exactly how Boseidong resisted not biting the transcript and brought it to him. However, that day he seemed to have bought a little orange lamp for the little fox that would fly around and fly around. It made her very fragrant and fragrant, which made her very happy.
However, the day before the Lantern Festival last year, he was very impressed.
Because when he and his companions went to the north of Beta Town, they happened to encounter a dark tide in the silent forest. The sentries of the wild hunting roared into the peaceful blocks. The wizards in the town, together with the horsemen, the taurens and other magical races, jointly resisted the hungry and violent magic beasts. The Yusin Hunting Team happened to meet and was temporarily recruited.
Then the battle ended, Zheng Qing was captured by Su Shijun and went to Qingqiu Mansion-
His hand pressed on his forehead slightly stopped, and the memory in his mind suddenly became clear.
That day, he also mentioned the elves in his conversation with Su Shijun. At that time, the elves had escaped the risk of death after losing their ex-host. The owner of Qingqiu Mansion used the word "lucky" when he mentioned this.
"The elves are not in danger. They are very lucky... they have met you. If it weren't for you, even if Mr. Duzem used the potion prepared with the royal jelly of Sand, they wouldn't have lived for so long."
This is Su Shijun's original words.
At that time, Zheng Qing was full of words like "seeds" and "witch fetus", so he naturally ignored the profound meaning of this sentence. At this time, I think that the MP of the Yuexia Parliament had already seen through many things.
This poem is used here, and unexpectedly gives people a very compatible feeling.
These erratic thoughts flashed through Zheng Qing's mind, smiled with self-deprecating smile, and his eyes moved away from the sunflower flower pot. No matter what, he had made an appointment with Dr. Du Zem last night to meet tonight, so he naturally could not break the appointment. As the saying goes, stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade, maybe orthodox alchemy can give him a new and more reasonable explanation.
Thinking of Dr. Du Zem, Zheng Qing subconsciously glanced at Xiao Xiao's bed.
After returning to the dormitory last night, he mentioned Dr. Du Zem's praise to Dr. Du Zem and handed him the laboratory invitation letter written by Dr. Du Zem, and repeatedly reminded him that an answer must be given that night or the next day.
But Xiao Xiao seemed to be not very interested.
When doing morning class this morning, Zheng Qing forgot about this matter, and Xiao Xiao didn't mention it. At this time, he saw a corner of the invitation letter vaguely on the edge of Xiao Xiao's desk, giving people the feeling of abandoning it like a piece of shoes.
He is also a headache-proud guy.
He sighed deeply and pulled out a book from the "small hill" in front of him, intending to kill at least one-third of his homework before noon.