Zheng Qing, who was in the red name, immediately became much more obedient and honest.
The next Saturday, he had to have five more classes because at that meeting last night, the young witch did not take off the invisibility talisman and dust-proof talisman on his body for the whole day. For safety reasons, he even went to Qingqiu Mansion for lunch.
Those devils shouldn't poison the mansion of a great wizard.
Of course, he didn't go to Qingqiu Mansion to have a free meal - it's been nearly a week since Su Shijun talked to him about his graduation thesis last time. During this period, the beauty Su did not give him any tasks, as if after the chat that day, the matter had passed and no longer existed.
Thinking that Jiang Yu usually needs to squeeze out the break time between classes to find materials related to his graduation thesis, but he does nothing, Zheng Qing feels strange and abandoned by time.
"I've assigned you a task long ago!"
The owner of Qingqiu Mansion was very surprised at the anxiety of the young assistant teacher: "Didn't I ask you to take time to go to the relevant departments to chat with the shadow cat? Do you have your chat records?"
While speaking, she used a dining knife to apply a little pomegranate jam on the grilled cod, then cut it into equally sized squares, and placed it neatly on the plate one by one.
Zheng Qing looked at her cutting fish, and couldn't help but think of the shadow of her being cut off.
The last time he was 'parted' with the shadow, the situation was not very pleasant - in order to escape from Zheng Qing's feet, the shadow did some ridiculous things, such as placing on Jiang Yu's shadow in the sun, making some shameless and obscene actions, or hooking up with other witches' shadows in broad daylight, etc. - This is why, he has always subconsciously wanted to forget this task.
"I don't know where the office building of the relevant department is."
The boy muttered, cutting the fried egg in front of him hard while scraping his stomach for objective factors: "And there are not enough rest time between classes every day... If you have time at night, there will be no one in the entire school."
"Aren't Bao Yangzi teaching you a class? I've said hello to him, you can find him directly." Su Shijun poked up a small piece of grilled fish and stuffed it into his mouth. At the same time, he glanced at Boseidong: "Don't bury your head in the milk tray!"
Immediately, two fox maids stepped forward. One used a hot towel to wipe the milk stains on the corner of her mouth, and at the same time, she arranged the plates and other neatly. The other helped her sit up and tie the napkin, and even adjusted the bow tied to the tip of her tail.
The little fox drooped his ears and looked at Zheng Qing with a sigh.
"Don't sigh at the dining table!" Su Shijun reminded without raising her head: "You are a lady, don't be like the dog hiding in the corner of the house."
Zheng Qing subconsciously searched several corners of the restaurant, but did not see Maodou.
"It is worried that I will cut the eggs and will only show up when I am not here."
The owner of Qingqiu Mansion cut a small piece of baklava with cream as if nothing had happened and sent it to Boseidong's plate. At the same time, he glanced at the young assistant teacher: "...Do you want it?"
Zheng Qing was still shocked by the indecent words that had just popped up in the witch's mouth. He subconsciously clamped his legs and replied repeatedly: "Yes, I want them, I want them."
The owner of Qingqiu Mansion looked at him strangely, cut another large piece of baklava, and put it into his plate.
Zheng Qing came to his senses. Su Shijun asked him if he wanted dessert. He felt embarrassed, lowered his head, and had a meal honestly, and refused to say another word for the rest of the lunch.
After lunch break, before leaving the mansion, Zheng Qing found that there was an extra sachet on his belt, which was stuffed with some fabricated herbs, such as mugwort leaves, mint, neem, lavender, etc.
Regarding the origin of this sachet, the maid Su Man who sent him out did not hide it: "Today Jingzhe, this is the deworming sachet prepared by the lady for you... Miss Dongdong also has it."
Zheng Qing looked back at the mansion behind him in a complicated mood.
In the small garden, the peach blossoms are red, the pear blossoms are white, the roses are yellow, the grass is long and the bells are flying, the sound of the bells is soft and sound, and the small fox window is busy studying. The twilight fog rises slightly, and the spring color is gentle, wetting the hard bluestone.
Both classes on Saturday afternoon are small classes, one is an introduction to the dimension and the other is a convergence principle.
The principle of convergence is the course after the time is changed. There is only Zheng Qing, the teacher is the teacher. After this class, Zheng Qing mustered up the courage to stop the old wizard who had not left the classroom and mentioned that he needed to chat with the shadow cat.
"Ah, sorry, people tend to forget things when they get old... Lao Yao and Congressman Su both mentioned this to me."
Bao Yangzi raised his hand and tapped his head, but there was no apology on his face, and his expression was as old-fashioned as ever: "But I need to remind you that since it "detonated" once in the Battle of Black Prison last year and returned to your feet, its memory of the initial transcendence from the two-dimensional world will definitely be transformed to some extent... Well, to give an inappropriate example, just like you are playing the "Backword Transmission Game", it is the one who saw the words. When you have passed on several rounds, it is difficult to retain the original "true meaning"... Can you understand this explanation?"
The young wizard nodded repeatedly: "Understand, understand... I just talk to it briefly and make a record... I don't need much profound content when I use it for graduation thesis."
"Are you a graduation thesis?" Master Baoyangzi became a little interested: "What is the topic of the thesis?"
Zheng Qing frowned and recalled the name Su Shijun told him: "Well, it is the pre-proof of the 'Christian-Moonlight Conjecture', which is to argue that the low-dimensional transcendence experience helps the high-dimensional transcendence process..."
"Oh, yes."
The old man's eyes showed a hint of clarity: "That black cat was born in Xiao Su and his team's laboratory, right... a very good topic. I will review it carefully after you submit the manuscript."
Outside the window, there was a continuous thunder sounding in the distance, making Zheng Qing feel that he had heard it wrong.
"You review? My graduation thesis?"
He laughed dryly - in his impression, the thesis of the first university graduates was reviewed by the joint professors, and he had never heard of the situation that needed to disturb the relevant departments.
Master Baoyangzi took out a piece of letter paper from his pocket, patiently folded out a small green paper crane, and handed it to the male witch.
"When you want to see that cat, just follow the paper crane." He briefly introduced the role of the paper crane, and finally looked at the boy meaningfully: "As for your graduation thesis... Besides us, which department in the school has the authority to review it? Just like this section of the "principle of convergence", can you find this course in the syllabus?"