After the spell class, Lao Yao called out Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu who were about to leave the classroom.
"After class, you two remember to go to my office." He just gave this simple reminder and turned around to explain the difficult knowledge points in the class to other students.
Zheng Qing knew that the professor said "after class" refers to his morning shift after the course was over, but he was a little confused about the professor's purpose of finding the two.
Before this, he had planned to consult Dr. Xiao at noon for consultation with his graduation thesis.
Although Xiao Xiao had been watching his nose and nose in class just now, pretending to be unable to see himself, he thought that after a morning of "cold war", his anger should have been relieved a lot.
"Old Yao is looking for us, it must have nothing to do with the small accident that Matthew caused."
When talking about what happened before class, Jiang Yu bulged his face and said a little unhappy: "Everyone knows that magic is not allowed to be used casually in the classroom. How dare he be such a rash new experimental spell!"
"It's really not as steady as he usually is." Zheng Qing nodded, changed his tone, and tentatively said carefully: "Last night... did you sleep well?"
With the news that Li Meng heard from him, he became more confident when talking about this.
But after this sentence was expressed, he always felt a little strange.
Jiang Yu turned his head to look at him, smiling and said nothing, but pushed the door open and entered the classroom next door - there was no one in the morning, which was very suitable for them to change time.
Hanged the invisibility talisman.
Inverted hourglass.
When Zheng Qing came to his senses from the slight dizziness, he heard a brisk pace gradually fading away, knowing that Jiang Yu had left the classroom.
I took out my pocket watch and took a look at the time. It was 7:50 in the morning, and it was more than half an hour before the formal class started.
He looked around and confirmed that there were no other omissions, so he hurriedly pushed the door out and followed the direction of his brisk steps away, thinking that the witch would leave him a message on the wall like he did after the last spell class.
But after searching on both sides of the corridor for a long time, I didn't see a single word.
On the contrary, the dwarf in a photo frame on the wall was waving his axe and making a whisper, which made the young witch feel very upset.
Zheng Qing raised his head and unexpectedly found that the noisy dwarf was the one who scared him in the morning. He couldn't help but squint his eyes, and looked around and no one left and right. He reached out and buckled his nose, smeared a piece of booze on the dwarf's face, then turned around and ran away.
Silence in the photo frame for a few seconds.
Then the dwarf's deafening roar came, and the young public servant heard it so easily that he felt relaxed and happy. The stagnant energy accumulated in his heart in the morning was swept away, and his footsteps of running away became much lighter.
The classroom of ancient alchemy is on the second floor.
When Zheng Qing slipped into the classroom from the back door, Jiang Huai was lying on the table, copying after-school assignments that he had borrowed from somewhere. Long parchment was rolled up on the desk with ugly twisted small characters.
Zheng Qing never knew that even a quill could write such ugly words.
Then when he sat down, he noticed that the black ribbon tied to Jiang Huai's arm was slightly undulating in the sun, like a ghost fish wandering in the golden ocean.
This is a memorial and remembrance of the deceased.
The wizard's expression was a little solemn.
Due to the limitations of time conversion rules, he could not interact with other wizards on the "abnormal timeline". But after hesitating for a few seconds, he took out a piece of paper, folded a small boat with a small paper flag on it, and the words "Jiemeng" were written on it.
Then he placed the boat in a slightly conspicuous position in front of his table.
After copying the homework, Jiang Huai looked up and noticed the black-sailed boat and the two words on the bow.
His eyes suddenly shone.
"Wow! You are definitely not violating the rules of time conversion!"
He stroked the feathers on the quill pen, looked around, leaned his head towards Zheng Qing's seat, and lowered his voice: "After the last class, I specially found a senior who had used the time converter for consultation. He said that the situation was not as serious as described in the contract.
Although Danhager's prohibition rules on time conversion are a foot thick, those rules are more designed for the 'free time converter'. Like you, within the school - I mean the wizard who performs time conversion within the university - I mean the campus of the No. 1 university - is actually not that strict in the supervision of Danhager.
After all, this is the first university. Compared with the complex timelines that are open and connected to each other, the relatively closed environment between Bouji Island and the First University makes the timeline here show some independence, which greatly reduces the difficulty of sorting out. This is also related to the school's repeated strengthening of the space-time structure of Bouji Island.
Of course, I also heard that the school’s affairs about time conversion are under the responsibility of the relevant departments. There is no good thing to do with them, and you can’t be too presumptuous... But last time I talked to you about private hunting competitions, do you have any ideas... It doesn’t matter if you can’t speak, we can talk about it!"
Jiang Huai was as noisy as in the last class.
Zheng Qing suddenly regretted writing those two words, quickly put away the paper boat and kneaded it into a ball.
“…There is no need to be ‘sad’ or something.”
Jiang Huai stared at the ball of paper that Zheng Qing put away, and naturally turned the topic from "how to avoid supervision from relevant departments" to the "black ribbon" tied on his arm, with no heavy tone in his tone.
"This thing." He touched the ribbon on his arm and added: "You can treat it as a kind of mourning or memorial. But 'sorrow' is really not. Died in battle is the luck of every starry man. It is better than being in a state of embarrassment in front of the bed, and drooling in the corners of his mouth but unable to wipe it."
When Zheng Qing heard him chattering, he was always worried that others would hear something, so he couldn't help but look at the side. His eyes flew over Jiang Huai's shoulders and fell on the window in the back row of the classroom.
Then he vaguely felt something shaking outside the window.
Looking closely, the window was empty and there was nothing. Just as I was about to look carefully, I suddenly realized the scene when I was dodging when I was peeping outside the window in the morning. A trace of enlightenment suddenly arose in my heart - the sight I felt in the morning was my own, and what I saw now was also my own.
As the saying goes, the eyes not only have weight, but also have temperature. Even if they cannot see themselves, one real self will always bring a subtle feeling when they look at the other real self.
Think about it again.
It’s just because I took a look at it now, so I had the unexpected avoidance in the morning. My influence on myself is so abrupt, so what about others? What about the things I didn’t notice?
As the saying goes, "Any drink and one peck is the predecessor." The alliance has such strict control over time conversion, which must be justified.
Zheng Qing was a little confused during the whole section of ancient alchemy. He thought about the little violations he had after changing the time, and was secretly alert and completely ignored the noise of the blue robe beside him.