"Your next task is to take the time to go to the relevant department to find your big black cat and talk to it about your experience in the process of transcending from the two-dimensional world... I will send you a list of relevant questions. This belongs to the paper
Basics, remember to seize the time."
"Of course, I know that the Two-Dimensional Evolution Laboratory has more detailed data, and the relevant departments must have more comprehensive inquiry materials, but for this kind of matter, asking the person involved may get more subtle and richer information. And regardless of
For security reasons, neither the Two-Dimensional Evolution Laboratory nor relevant departments will provide you with the most complete original materials for your paper."
"Don't worry, Lao Yao will say hello to the relevant departments and let you chat with Shadow Cat... Isn't Baoyangzi also serving as your professor now? You can talk to him directly."
"That cat is different from you. He is very shrewd. If he asks for a favor, you can promise to let him sign the second copy of your paper. In a sense, this is an acknowledgment of his independence, which will definitely make his heart flutter.
.”
"Me? I just need to be the corresponding author."
After leaving Lao Yao's office, Su Shijun did not disappear directly. Instead, he took Zheng Qing and walked openly on campus, tirelessly reminding him of some details related to the paper.
If he were in her laboratory or other offices, Zheng Qing would definitely listen attentively, or even act like Xiao Xiao or Fatty Xin, who would take out a small notebook and record it carefully.
But right now.
He just wanted to shrink into the shadow beneath his feet.
At noon, it was the lunch rush. There were many students coming and going on campus. More than one person saw him and Su Shijun walking together. Those sharp, blazing and hot eyes coming from all directions made Zheng Qing feel...
He felt as if he was walking on charcoal fire, and he grinned as every step was burned.
"Straighten up, you look like a baboon now." A slightly dissatisfied voice came from the witch: "Or do you think it's embarrassing to walk with me?"
"No, no, of course not."
Zheng Qing immediately recalled the etiquette training he had received at Qingqiu Mansion before Christmas. He raised his head and chest, put on a reserved smile on his face, tried his best to ignore the arrow-like gazes falling from the sky, gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice.
Explaining: "I just don't know...I mean, I haven't had lunch yet..."
"So you want to invite me to lunch?"
Su Shijun brushed the hair that fell down on her face and smiled slightly: "If time permits, I wouldn't mind accepting your invitation, but it's a pity that the laboratory takes up most of my time, plus..."
She looked behind her, with a hint of happy helplessness on her face.
Zheng Qing held a breath in his chest, not knowing whether to spit it out or inhale it.
He sucked it in because her previous question almost scared him to death. It was hard for him to imagine what it would be like to have lunch with Su Shijun in front of everyone. Many people would be very happy to embarrass themselves in that situation.
.
He spit it out because her denial later made him sigh in relief.
He followed the witch's gaze and looked back, suddenly feeling horrified because a large group of young wizards had appeared behind him. Most of them were witches, but there were also a few wizards. They all looked quite handsome - they dared to follow him in broad daylight.
The people behind Su Shijun are more or less confident in themselves.
Except for someone.
Most of these followers were holding Dharma books, quill pens or various strange little gifts in their hands, and they seemed to just want to get Su Shijun's signature.
Seeing the witch looking back, the crowd suddenly let out a slightly suppressed voice of surprise. Some of the girls even hugged their chests and looked like they were about to faint. The boys, on the other hand, looked at Zheng Qing with weighing eyes.
Qing noticed that someone's hand was rubbing back and forth on the spine of the Dharma book, and she felt something bad in her heart.
"If there is nothing else..." He lowered his voice and glanced at the witch beside him cautiously.
The sunlight fell from the side, rendering her hair a wonderful color, which made Zheng Qing inexplicably think of the word "jelly orange", and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, forgetting what he wanted to say later.
"There's nothing else to worry about."
The witch adjusted the exquisite frameless gold glasses on her face and looked at Zheng Qing with a hint of inquiry: "There is something I'm more curious about... You asked Hu Wu to go to the door of Sanyou Bookstore every day and knock on the five
What is the tuning fork at 128 Hz for?”
As soon as this question came out of his mouth, the sweet and sour 'orange jelly' suddenly turned into 'frozen ice cubes' and was poured over his face, making Zheng Qing sober up.
Zheng Qing felt that if he walked just a few steps with the big fox next to him, he would have a heart attack.
"Did...no...tuning fork...what..." He stammered, unable to formulate a complete sentence for a long time. For a moment, he was not even sure which was more difficult, lying in front of a great wizard or telling the truth.
"Is this the new contact method with your husband?" The witch looked at him with a half-smile.
"Ah, yes, that's it." Zheng Qing stuttered and nodded while trying to clear away any distracting thoughts in his mind, hoping that the soul protection magic that had been applied to him in Lao Yao's office would still have residual effects.
"It's you as a ghost."
Su Shijun snorted softly, paused, and his figure immediately disappeared in the swirling sleeves of his robe and the scent of the wind, leaving only a soft voice lingering in the air: "Remember to chat with it!"
Zheng Qing had quick eyesight and quick hands. Almost at the same time that the witch beside him disappeared, he instantly activated several invisibility charms, tiptoed and slipped away quietly.
The followers not far behind him lamented and complained in vain.
He must prepare a few more nightmare dolls before going to bed tonight, Zheng Qing thought in his heart, and did not even dare to go to the cafeteria, but went straight back to the dormitory.
Thank God, Fatty Xin is in the dormitory.
He will not starve to death.
"...Some professors are really scary," Zheng Qing complained vaguely while eating the bacon sandwich provided by the fat wizard: "They never tell you directly what is inappropriate, but they will
Use a 'British vassal' or 'Yingzhou ventriloquism' style expression to scare yourself to death..."
"If you don't do bad things during the day, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door at night." The fat wizard lazily looked at the note in his hand without raising his head, thinking thoughtfully: "But the private hunting game you mentioned... is a
Very interesting thing.”
"You can just discuss it with the doctor. You can include it in the training plan of the Sin Hunting Team this semester." Zheng Qing was talking about the hunting competition organized by the Star Hunting Team that Jiang Huai mentioned several times: "But when you sign up, you must be sure
Don't mention my name...just treat it as a hearsay, so as not to cause other trouble."
Thinking of the word 'trouble', he couldn't help but remember that he needed to deal with the shadow cat again because of his thesis, and couldn't help but sigh heavily - the time he spent with the shadow before they were separated again last semester can be called