March 14th, Sunday, the weather is sunny.
It's 9:27 am now.
The sky of Bouji Island is like a clear sapphire. The edges of the gems are dotted with several well-behaved clouds. The golden sunlight passes through the glass window without any hindrance, leaving behind slightly swaying mottled light and shadows in the conference room. Even the most picky wizards will not raise any doubts about the work of the meteorological monitoring today.
But now no one in the young wizards in the conference room pays attention to the beautiful weather outside the window.
Everyone's attention was all focused on the hazy barrier in front of the conference room.
Except for Zheng Qing.
After detecting the smiling eyes of a legendary wizard, the teaching assistant in a red robe immediately turned his head and began to wander around aimlessly. The large conference room of the teaching assistant group was very simple and simple. There were no gorgeous chandeliers on the ceiling, no fresh green plants on the conference table, and no elves in gray uniforms flew around. There were only dark curtains hanging on the side of the floor-to-ceiling windows, rows of black hardwood high-back chairs placed in a step-shaped shape, and two rows of silent file cabinets behind the desk. Rather than calling it a large conference room, it was a remodeled staircase classroom.
Before he knew it, Zheng Qing's eyes swam back to the front row of the conference room.
Lao Yao is still watching him!
The boy subconsciously lowered his head and cursed in his heart, but immediately, a happy voice from the legendary wizard came from his ears: "I reminded you that when you scold me in your heart, you should give yourself a good magic of guardianship. As soon as I entered the door, the whole conference room was blurred, just like a big candle, burning unscrupulously in the room, afraid that I would not see you?"
Zheng Qing was shocked and quickly activated the talisman paper stuffed on the inside of his belt. A faint spell light flashed by, like a layer of invisible robes, wrapping the young wizard tightly in it.
Hilda, who was sitting next to her, might have noticed the obscure magic fluctuations coming from beside her and looked at him strangely.
Zheng Qing forced a smile.
But before the smile faded, it froze on his face.
Because Lao Yao's voice sounded in his mind again: "The response is quite agile, he is a qualified hunter... Hum? Are you wondering why you can still hear me? I just told you that if you don't protect me, I can hear your voice, and if you don't say that if you protect me, I won't hear it. Is this difficult to understand?"
It's so foul!
Zheng Qing held his forehead with his hands, tried hard to clear his messy thoughts, and began to recite the Heart Sutra silently in his heart.
"It's not too late to recite the scriptures later." Lao Yao's noisy voice continued to echo in the young wizard's ears: "Since you are here today, it means you want to participate in this project, right?"
Zheng Qing hesitated and nodded with a very small amplitude.
Professor Yao's voice did not pause at all: "...If you accept this project, the project team will apply for three hours of 'extra time conversion' per day in the name of the teaching assistant team to ensure that you have enough energy to complete the relevant tasks. Of course, if you plan to refuse now, you also need to sign a strict silent contract before leaving this room."
Zheng Qing finally couldn't help but ask in his heart: "Professor, in your reply to me before, 'Don't use the time converter in other places other than learning'..."
“Aren’t you coming to the meeting yet?”
After Lao Yao asked back, he seemed to have 'see' the question Zheng Qing wanted to ask later, and Qingpiaopiao interrupted his thoughts: "If you ask other questions later, please ask when you accept the task later. I am chatting with dozens of people in the room at the same time, and I have no time to satisfy your curiosity and listen to your various 'guesses'."
After saying that, his voice disappeared into the mind of the witch and could never be heard again.
Zheng Qing looked around in shock, and then he realized that many assistants in the conference room had their eyes closed and showed a respectful and serious expression - this was definitely not what they would look like after entering into meditation.
The name on the stage has just been called Carloer, who starts with ‘C’. Zheng Qing doesn’t need to reach out to calculate, and he knows that there is no possibility of calling him in a short period of time.
Unlike him, some of the teaching assistants with the first letters were not sitting in a daze, but instead took out their pens and ink, corrected students' homework, studied hard reference books, or simply drew talisman paper and etched array plates. In short, in a short time, the teaching assistants in the conference room found their own tasks and started working.
Zheng Qing gradually realized the reason why the conference was long today.
Because every assistant who is called will stay in that barrier for five to ten minutes, and each barrier can only accommodate up to four assistants.
Hilda next to him was blatantly lying on the table and began to take a nap. Zheng Qing was not as leisurely as him. He honestly took out Professor Li Qihuang's "Standard Potion: Second Grade of University" from the gray cloth bag and began to make up for his potion homework.
He has saved up a lot of such homework, and he never has to worry about having nothing to do.
Perhaps because the room was full of teachers and only him was a student, Zheng Qing felt that he was very focused today. Before he knew it, he had finished writing all the homework for seven courses including potions, alchemy, magical essays, divination, etc. in one breath.
When he rubbed his wrist and put away the homework of Yin Qixue on the table, the long-awaited voice finally came to his ears-
"Zheng Qing!"
"exist!"
The young assistant teacher stood up so hard that he noticed that the conference room was almost empty, and he didn't even notice when Hilda left.
When he walked into the hazy barrier, he realized that the space inside was far beyond his imagination. A wide corridor was comparable to the tree-lined road in front of the library. On both sides of the road, four tall arches lined up, three of which were closed.
Zheng Qing hesitated and entered the open door.
There is only one desk and two chairs in the empty and huge office. Professor Qian Jiuzhou, deputy director of the school work committee, sat behind the table, with a thick stack of parchment paper on the left and a thin piece on the right.
He picked up the parchment on his right hand, waved his hand, and signaled Zheng Qing to sit down.
"Do you agree to participate in the 'little hand' task of the teaching assistant team?" Professor Qian rubbed the corners of his eyes, concise and to the point. Obviously, he had repeated this sentence many times today, so he did not have any tone after the words were spoken, as tasteless as dried sugar cane bagasse.
"Agree." Zheng Qing nodded silently.
Considering Su Shijun's words "participate" and the fact that he signed a contract with Fatty Xin but did not find out much valuable news, and Lao Yao's promise that he could add three hours of "time transfer" every day, Zheng Qing gritted his teeth and chose to accept it.
"Very good, then you have to be here, here...and here to sign."
Professor Qian pointed a few positions on the parchment paper, then pointed to the quill on the pen holder next to it, and comforted him: "No need to be nervous, it is all very ordinary repetitive work, but because it is too boring and has a certain technical content, I need to find some 'senior assistant' to help... Don't worry, the school will provide you with generous rewards as a subsidy."
Chapter completed!