"Your next task requires taking time to go to the relevant departments to find your big black cat, and talk to it about your experience in transcending from the two-dimensional world... I will send you a list of related questions. This is the basis of the paper, remember to hurry up."
"Of course, I know that the 2D evolution laboratory has more detailed data, and the relevant departments must have more comprehensive inquiry materials, but if the parties ask about this kind of thing, they may get more subtle and richer information. Moreover, no matter the 2D evolution laboratory or the relevant departments, for safety reasons, they will not provide the most complete original materials for your paper."
"Don't worry, Lao Yao will say hello to the relevant departments and ask you to chat with Shadow Cat... Isn't Bao Yangzi also your professor now? You can talk to him directly."
"That cat is different from you, very smart. If it asks for benefits, you can promise to sign the second work of your paper. In a sense, it is an acknowledgement of its independence and will definitely make it excited."
"I? Just be the corresponding author."
After leaving Lao Yao's office, Su Shijun did not disappear directly, but took Zheng Qing openly on campus, tirelessly reminding him of some details related to the paper.
If she was in her laboratory or other office, Zheng Qing would definitely listen carefully, and she would even take out a small notebook and record it carefully like Xiao Xiao or Fatty Xin.
But now.
He just wanted to indent the shadow under his feet.
At noon, it was the peak of lunch. There were many students coming and going on campus. More than one person saw the scene of him walking with Su Shijun. The sharp, fiery and hot eyes that came from all directions made Zheng Qing feel as if he was walking on the charcoal fire, and he was grinning every step.
"Straighten your waist, you look like a baboon now." A witch's slightly dissatisfied voice came from his ears: "Or do you think it's embarrassing to be with me?"
"No, of course not."
Zheng Qing immediately recalled the etiquette training he had received before Christmas in Qingqiu Mansion. He raised his head and raised his chest, with a reserved smile on his face, tried his best to ignore the arrow-like eyes falling all over the sky, gritted his teeth, and explained in a low voice: "I just don't know... I mean, I haven't had lunch yet..."
"So you want to invite me to lunch?"
Su Shijun tucked her hair that was hanging down her cheeks and smiled slightly: "If time allows, I don't mind accepting your invitation. It's a pity that the laboratory occupies most of my time, plus..."
She looked behind her, and a hint of joyful helplessness appeared on her face.
Zheng Qing held his breath in his chest, not knowing whether to vomit or suck it in.
It was because of her previous question, which almost scared him to death. It was hard for him to imagine what kind of scene he would have had lunch with Su Shijun in full view of everyone. Many people should be very happy to make a fool of themselves on that occasion.
The reason he vomited was because of her subsequent denial that made him feel relieved.
He looked back with the witch's gaze and felt a sudden sense of horror, because there were a large group of young wizards behind him, most of whom were witches, and there were a few male witches, all of whom looked handsome - those who dared to follow Su Shijun in broad daylight had more or less confidence in themselves.
Except for someone.
Most of these followers were holding scriptures, quill pens or all kinds of strange small gifts, and seemed to be just asking for a signature from Su Shijun.
Seeing the witch looking back, a slightly depressing surprise sound suddenly came from the crowd. Several girls even hugged their chests and looked like they were about to faint. However, the boys looked at Zheng Qing with weighing eyes. Zheng Qing noticed that someone's hands were rubbing back and forth on the spine of the Dharma Book, and suddenly felt something was wrong in his heart.
"If nothing else..." He lowered his voice and looked at the witch beside him with caution.
The sunlight fell from the side, rendering her hair a wonderful color, making Zheng Qing inexplicably remember the word "Jelly Fresh Orange". She subconsciously swallowed and forgot what she wanted to say later.
"There is nothing else to care about."
The witch helped the exquisite frameless gold-rimmed glasses on her face, and looked at Zheng Qing with a hint of inquiry: "There is one thing I'm more curious... Why did you ask Hu Wu to knock on the 528 Hz tuning fork at the door of Sanyou Bookstore every day?"
As soon as this problem was released, the sweet and sour "jelly fresh orange" suddenly turned into "frozen ice cubes", which poured down on his head, making Zheng Qing feel much more awake.
Zheng Qing felt that if he walked a few steps with the big fox next to him, he would have a heart attack.
"Don't... tuning fork... what..." He stuttered, unable to organize a complete sentence for a while. For a moment, he was not even sure which one was more difficult to lie or tell the truth in front of a great wizard.
"Is it a new contact with your husband?" The witch looked at him with a smile.
"Ah, yes, that's it." Zheng Qing stumbled and nodded, while trying to clear any distractions in his mind, hoping that the soul protection magic that was exerted on him in Lao Yao's office would have residual effects.
"It's you."
Su Shijun snorted lightly, paused under her feet, and her figure disappeared into the swirling sleeves of the robe and the fragrant wind, leaving only a slight voice in the air: "Remember to chat with it!"
Zheng Qing had quick eyes and quick hands. Almost at the same time when the witch disappeared beside him, he activated several invisible talismans instantly, and slipped away quietly on tiptoe.
The followers not far behind me lamented and complained in vain.
Before going to bed tonight, Zheng Qing must prepare a few more nightmare dolls. He thought so in his heart that he didn't even dare to go to the cafeteria, but went straight back to the dormitory.
Thank goodness, Fatty Xin is in the dormitory.
He won't be starved to death.
"…Some professors are really scary," Zheng Qing complained vaguely while gnawing on the bacon sandwich provided by the fat wizard: "They never tell you directly what is not suitable, but instead use a 'Villain of Great Britain' or 'Version of Yingzhou' to scare yourself to death..."
"Don't do bad things during the day, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking at the door at night." The fat wizard lazily looked at the note in his hand, without raising his head, thinking: "However, the private hunting competition you mentioned... is a very interesting thing."
"Just discuss with the doctor, you can be included in the training plan of the Yushu Hunting Team this semester." Zheng Qing said that Jiang Huai mentioned the hunting competition organized by the Starry Sky Hunting Team several times: "But when registering, you must not mention my name... just pretend that I heard about it, so as not to cause other trouble."
Thinking of the word "trouble", he couldn't help but think of himself as he needed to deal with the shadow cat again because of his thesis. He couldn't help but sigh heavily - the time he spent with the shadow before it was separated from him again last semester was not harmonious and wonderful.