When Zheng Qing came to the office of the dean of Jiuyou College, he did not see Jiang Yu.
Lao Yao sat behind his wide desk, processing a stack of thick documents in front of him. A few bright red quills flew around him, like lively elves.
"Well, you're here just right, Jiang Yu just left." Old Yao didn't raise his head and laughed.
Not good at all.
Zheng Qing pulled the corners of his mouth, wondering what the old man in front of him was having fun.
Of course, while this thought flashed through his mind, he had become accustomed to imposing a few soul-guarding magic on himself to prevent the legendary wizard from "inadvertently" hearing his own whispers. However, if the old man behind the desk deliberately eavesdrops on his mind, with his current ability, he would definitely not be able to stop it. Apart from silently chanting a few rootless curses such as "The eavesdropper will not die well" in his heart, he could only hope for the other party's shallow sense of morality and lack of curiosity about the world.
"I came to you today, originally to remind you about your graduation thesis."
While speaking, Lao Yao waved his hand, and the bright red quill pens lined up in an orderly line and jumped back into the pen holder at the corner of the table. Then the documents on the table seemed to have wings, wavy, slid across an elegant arc and landed on the other side of the table.
Then the professor leaned back and leaned comfortably on the back of the chair. He touched his pipe and stuffed it into his mouth. His voice suddenly became vague: "... But classmate Jiang Yu said he had already talked to you about this. I looked at her opening report. The topic was very good, very profound, and had a sharp perspective. I heard that Professor Jiang from magic sociology was her instructor, so it was not surprising to choose that topic...whether of you?"
He exhaled a strong smoke and blinked, like a beetle that had just woken up.
"I, I haven't figured out the direction of the project yet." Zheng Qing felt guilty and his voice became much smaller.
The professor raised his eyebrows: "Well, the requirements for early graduation are relatively relaxed. Because you have limited time, it doesn't matter if you don't write the project report. But no matter what, you have to confirm the instructor and thesis topic within one month, so that you will not fall behind in writing thesis, review and other aspects later... Do you have any ideas now?"
Zheng Qing hesitated for a few seconds.
"I think Monte..."
As soon as he said these words, the office door was pushed open with a whistle. With the sound of high heels, a tall figure walked into the office with a quiet breath.
It's Su Shijun.
Zheng Qing noticed that she wore a pair of frameless glasses today, which set off her fair skin and long black hair, and unexpectedly showed a sense of liveliness and delicateness.
"You should knock on the door first." A hint of displeasure appeared on the face of the dean of Jiuyou Academy.
"oh."
The upper MP of the Moon Under the Parliament raised his eyebrows gently, stood there, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and three loud knocks sounded outside the door.
Dong, Dong, Dong!
Then, she tilted her head, looked at the office owner, waiting for the other party to speak.
"cough…"
Lao Yao coughed dryly, sat slightly straightened, and said seriously: "Please come in!...Well, Director Su? Is there anything wrong?"
Zheng Qing rolled his eyes silently in his heart.
"Look for my husband."
The MP of the Yuexia Parliament looked at the male witch beside him weakly, and Zheng Qing was so scared that he subconsciously took a step back, almost embedded in the tall mahogany bookcase. It seemed that the person who had just spoken was not a charming beauty, but a vicious tiger and beast.
"Your family...well, my husband," Lao Yao used a lot of effort to say these two words. He looked at Zheng Qing inexplicably and asked the witch: "Is there anything you have to do with him?"
Su Shijun did not answer the professor's question immediately, but turned to look at Zheng Qing.
"When Jiang Yu left the mansion this morning, he mentioned it to me and said that the topic of your thesis was not confirmed yet, and I knew you had forgotten what I had said." She picked up her arms and looked at the young witch.
Zheng Qing touched his neck with some anxiety and swallowed a little.
He always felt that the witch's sight was a bit subtle.
Lao Yao held his arms and looked at the scene with a smile. The pipe in his mouth was squeaking, and it was full of flavor.
"What you said...how could I forget?" The boy laughed forcibly, and his brain boiled rapidly, desperately recalling what he had heard in Qingqiu Mansion. I don't know which sentence was being referred to by Congressman Su.
"Just forget it."
The witch retracted her gaze with satisfaction, nodded with a very small amplitude, and turned to look at Lao Yao: "Are you talking to him about your graduation thesis? I am his instructor, I have read his opening report, and I have written it well..."
Zheng Qing looked confused.
Opening report?
Did you write that thing yourself?
And what is the situation of the instructor? How did she know that Lao Yao talked to her about her graduation thesis? It is impossible for a great wizard to peek at the office of the legendary wizard.
"I'm not that great."
As if he guessed what the boy was thinking at the moment, Su Shijun glanced at him and explained concisely: "I just know you, Jiang Yu, and Lao Yao well, and can roughly figure out what the situation..."
"What is the topic of the opening report you mentioned?"
The professor behind the desk interrupted the witch's explanation at the right time, and a little curious appeared on his face: "As far as I know, it seems that Zheng Qing does not know much about the graduation thesis."
Zheng Qing was even more curious than him.
"The pre-proof of the 'Christian-Moonlight Conjecture'." Su Shijun's mouth came out of a word that Zheng Qing had vaguely heard. Before he could remember it, he heard Lao Yao's thoughtful voice.
"Is it the guess that Christian put forward with you?" The professor's pipe had burned out, but he kept clattering, as if he didn't notice the fire extinguishing: "...Indeed, the report submitted by your laboratory last year mentioned a very successful simulation case, and you can write a few very important papers..."
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Zheng Qing felt that Lao Yao glanced at him at this moment, and his eyes looked particularly satisfied.
But he didn't care.
Because when Lao Yao mentioned the word "laboratory", he finally remembered the meaning of the strange conjecture in Su Shijun: If the experimental subject can break free from the 1+1 dimension of time and space, then its experience, its experience, and even the various changes that may occur in the moment of breakthrough will repeat in a higher dimension - this is the "Christian-Moonlight Conjecture", and it is also what Su Shijun said to him when Zheng Qing first visited the two-dimensional evolution laboratory.