Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao discussed the dream of last night.
“I think you see the 'illusion'.”
After listening carefully to Zheng Qing's detailed description of the dream, Xiao Xiao gave his own conclusion with great certainty: "Witches who are proficient in divination can use magic techniques to conceal their identities in reality, thereby confusing the accuracy of divination... The clearest evidence is that after you wake up from the dream, you quickly fall into a deep sleep, but after getting up today, you can clearly recall everything that happened in the dream. This is completely different from the real nightmare or the picture of an eyewitness. From another perspective, only illusions require witnesses to remember clearly, and the real dream is always vague and forgetful."
Although his analysis was reasonable, Zheng Qing did not comment.
Not only was he impressed by the face he saw in his last glance, but he also cared about the dry crows hanging on the eagle rack.
"Will it..." he spoke carefully.
"Won't."
Xiao Xiao interrupted Zheng Qing's guess very tough, obviously guessing what he wanted to say: "The crow has been destroyed, this is the fact that the school and the Three-Chop Sword jointly certified... The Yusin Hunting Team also benefited a lot from this result. Don't forget how your golden Merlin Medal came from."
"Then why did I see Gan Ning?"
"Thinking about the day and dreaming about the night is an ancient magic theory that has never been outdated."
"Who do you think those cultists are worshiping?"
"I don't know, nor do I want to know... The best way to deal with the evil gods is not Lourdes' holy water or guardian mantra, but not to see them, not to think of them, not to know them, as long as you know nothing about them, you will never have to worry about any harm they cause to you."
"It sounds a bit concealed." Zheng Qing disagreed with Xiao Xiao's negative response: "Do you still remember the 'Gestero murder' mentioned in the history of magic? Which of the thirteen innocent people sacrificed by cultists knows the existence of that evil god? When the mudslides rushed into the village, you will not be able to open your eyes because of your ignorance."
"Will you be buried by mudslides?"
Xiao Xiaoze pointed out the ambiguity of Zheng Qing's understanding with a sharp attitude: "Your so-called 'innocent' is actually 'people without resistance'. Although they are innocent, their survival rate will not be too high when facing any disaster - not just cultists. On the contrary, you, who have the ability to resist, will not cause any harm to you, whether it is Gusdesso or mudslides," he said.
Zheng Qing was silent again.
Xiao Xiaoze held his glasses and looked behind him curiously.
"Then do you think, do I want to report to the school about the dream I had last night?" Zheng Qing did not notice the doctor's gaze and asked again with a little hesitation.
"Tell Lao Yao that you dream of a group of hanging crows, or tell the assistant team that you dreamed of a group of cultists?" Xiao Xiao sneered and shook his head very hard: "No one cares about the life and death of a group of cultists... as long as they don't cause any trouble. Of course, I don't deny that someone may be confusing the public and using black magic rituals to cover up their real purpose - just like what I just analyzed, the scene where you witnessed in a dream may have been carefully disguised - but it is precisely because of this that you cannot act rashly. Many times, if you are influenced by divination, you will take action easily, and the harm caused is greater than doing nothing."
Zheng Qing nodded frequently.
But I found that Xiao Xiao was a little absent-minded in his analysis and his eyes were always aimed behind him.
He subconsciously wanted to turn around, but the short witch was pressed down with quick eyes and hands.
"Don't move first," Dr. Xiao put his hand on his bamboo slips and his voice was very low: "I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that the atmosphere in the class is a bit weird... Many people are secretly watching you."
"Look at me?" Zheng Qing was confused.
At this moment, a rumbling sound came from the corridor, like a running fire dragon, and the heavy footsteps stopped until the door of the Magic History Classroom.
Zheng Qing easily noticed the familiar aura.
It's Fatty Xin.
"Here! Come! Sorry, go through!"
The fat wizard shouted, apologizing without pausing at all, and continued to rush to the corner of the classroom. He raised his hand and supported a barrier that blocked the sound. He looked at Zheng Qing with excitement: "...Be ready, the big one is coming!"
"What's the matter?" Zheng Qing asked in his head.
Fat Xin calmed down a little and snapped her fingers, and explained quickly: "Linda just told me that she had monitored that the discussion about you in the school was heating up quickly... So she planned to start working today and stir up the popularity first. As long as our rumors are exaggerated enough, there is no need to worry about others slandering you."
"I really thank you." Zheng Qing complained in a complicated mood.
Looking out through the shield barrier, sure enough, many students in the class started pointing at him again, but many people looked a little surprised instead of angry in their eyes.
"What are her 'revelations'?" Zheng Qing couldn't control his curiosity.
"You'll know sooner or later."
The fat wizard shook his hand apologetically and firmly executed his girlfriend's order: "Linda said, you only need to remain silent during this period and not make any public response."
Soon, Zheng Qing knew why Miss Barnes didn't want to let herself know what rumors she had fabricated.
During lunch.
Zheng Qing just sat at the dining table.
Li Meng grabbed a big apple, gnawed it, and walked up to the witch, looking at him curiously, making Zheng Qing feel uncomfortable all over.
"What are you looking at?" Zheng Qing glanced around the little witch, trying to find her cousin's figure.
"Lizardman." Li Meng replied with confidence.
"Yeah... um?" Zheng Qing's eyes finally retracted from behind her, with a strange look on his face: "What? Lizardman? Which subspecies? Who? Are you talking about me?!"
His back-question as Li Meng's eyes continued to move forward until he came to a conclusion that made him feel incredible. He pointed at his nose, feeling a little amused: "Where did you hear such a rumor?"
Having said that, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, feeling that the rumors fabricated by Linda Barnes were nothing more than that.
“Very reliable channel.”
The little witch bit the apple in her hand hard, and did not betray her informant, but continued to look at Zheng Qing thoughtfully: "No wonder you have such a wide range of sexual fetishes. You always hang your shoulders when you walk... And Su Ya said that your physical strength has been explosively strengthened recently, which are all characteristics of the lizard man's coming of age... Are you really coming out of the egg? Hey!"
Her head was bounced by Jiang Yu without any surprise.
The witch brought light food and scolded the little witch.
"Don't spread those unfounded guesses randomly! You are not a primary school student!" As she said that, she put down the plate of food in her hand and sat openly opposite Zheng Qing. While raising her hand, she tied her long hair to the back of her head and tied it up, she spoke as if nothing had happened: "...I'll borrow the homework for magic cosmology in the afternoon. I've been a little nervous recently and I haven't finished my homework."
Zheng Qing felt that this was even more ridiculous than knowing that he was a lizardman.