Zheng Qing reached out and grabbed the horns of the black goat in front of him. It opened its innocent big eyes and remained motionless, making him feel as if he had seen Asmod at the Seven Deadly Sins Conference last night.
But this is not a conference room for the Seven Deadly Sins, and this black goat is just an ordinary goat.
At this moment, he was in the classroom where he ordered the learning.
This is the second class on Saturday morning. Because it is the class time squeezed out through time conversion, Zheng Qing was already a little hungry when the class was about to end.
But just about half an hour before get out of class was over, the professor made a surprise assessment and asked each student to write an imperial edict to drive the goat in front of them to dance a samba dance to be considered qualified.
So there is a scene of confrontation above.
The black goat assigned to Zheng Qing was very dishonest and always liked to stretch out its tongue to lick the talisman paper stuck to its forehead. After Zheng Qing failed twice in a row, he was forced to use physical means to suppress the restless black goat.
"Don't lick it anymore... Otherwise I'll eat roasted goats at noon!" He gritted his teeth and warned viciously, and a large ball of saliva flowed out of his mouth.
Gudu.
He swallowed his saliva naturally. This instinctive action instinctively scared the restless little goat, and the powerful suppression from his head finally calmed down.
Zheng Qing emptied his hand and wrote the words "...by the sir's edict" at the end of the new edict - students from non-Atlas College seem particularly flexible in this regard and will not deliberately look for a specific god as the edict. The name is just a code name. As long as you are willing to respond and drive the edict to take effect, it doesn't matter who it is.
According to Zheng Qing's observation, Alpha students wearing white robes in the classroom like to leave certain noble surnames on the edict, while the red robes tend to leave the names of their respective ancestors. The blue robes are the most open, and in addition to the common Odin, Zeus, Hell, Satan, Superman, Spider-Man, Doctor Cat and other strange existences will also be written into the edict by them.
Zheng Qing did not have a strong ancestor with powerful magic power, nor did he know the taboos of those noble surnames, nor did he know whether Superman or Spider-Man would respond to his summons, so he chose the two most conservative words, Mr.
Pooh!
The male witch spitted a mouthful of water on the back of the talisman paper and slapped the little goat's forehead.
The little goat habitually slid its head, but because Zheng Qing grabbed its horns, he couldn't let it go.
Zheng Qing felt relieved, opened the Dharma book, and quickly recited the imperial edict.
His voice was not loud, but there was more than one voice in the classroom at this moment - some people chanted "The Emperor's Order, all gods listened to it", some people chanted "Why will the disaster not be destroyed, why will the blessing not be fulfilled?" Some people chanted "The body descended to the world and preached the Taoist ancestor; they lived in Baoji and played the truth on behalf of the mother." For a while, the classroom was in full swing and very lively.
The professor called the students one by one to the podium in the order of seats to watch them direct the lambs to dance. After skipping, the students can get off get out of class by themselves, and the lambs disappear into the professor's sleeve.
When it was Zheng Qing's turn, there was almost no one in the classroom. For the first time, he deeply felt the negative effect of sitting in the corner of the back row. However, when he led the sheep to the professor, the professor just glanced at the command on the sheep's forehead, and his head couldn't help but leaned back, as if he was punched in the face with force, as if he was about to fall down the next second.
"Who did you entrust the Lord to write?"
The professor covered his forehead and lowered his eyelids, his tone was a little furious.
Zheng Qing sniffed and hesitatedly glanced at the same innocent lamb: "...It's 'sir', an old wizard who taught me talismans."
This is correct at all.
But the professor on the podium still covered his face and groaned: "I'm just doing a small in-class test. As for? Let's go, you'll pass your assessment..."
"But I..." Zheng Qing wanted to say that his lamb had not danced yet.
"get out of class ended!"
The professor shouted and waved his hand out with force.
Before Zheng Qing could react, the lamb in his arms ran out of the classroom, and the professor sitting behind the podium did not stop him and let the lamb run away.
He could only chase his class assignments in a daze.
It turns out that he is not the only one who is hungry.
He found his "classroom homework" in the cafeteria. At that time, the lamb was standing next to Fatty Xin, gnawing a piece of lettuce with relish, and his wriggling cheeks were bulging, blowing the talisman paper on his forehead up and down.
"Here!"
The fat wizard waved to Zheng Qing.
"How do you know this is my sheep?" Zheng Qing ran over panting and complained repeatedly: "I chased it and ran away for half of the school! Do you want to eat roasted whole sheep?"
The little goat, who was already chewing hard, seemed to feel a trace of murderous aura, immediately raised his head and looked around in confusion.
"I just said that the words on this talisman look so familiar!" A trace of suddenness appeared on the fat wizard's face, and wiped the corner of his mouth, touched the lamb's back with a gentle face: "I don't know this is your sheep... I want to eat roasted whole lamb... do you use it to roast? Although I have lost a little weight, it looks very delicious."
The lamb who did not find the murderous intent lowered his head again and continued to gnaw on the lettuce happily.
Zheng Qing looked at the stupid guy and finally sighed deeply, turned around to find the dish.
When he returned to the dining table, the lamb had eaten up all the lettuce, and the talisman paper on his forehead was also held in his hand and observed carefully.
"Is this an edict?" Xin seemed to want to show off his knowledge: "Your signature edict is a bit vague, and it is usually difficult to invite a truly powerful existence..."
Zheng Qing doesn't want to discuss this issue.
"Where is the doctor?"
He took a big bite of fried chicken chop, stood by the dining table, looking around, his voice vaguely: "Aren't you with you? How did you ask you to investigate last night?"
Last night, after returning to the dormitory from the Seven Deadly Sins Conference, he immediately informed his two roommates of his discovery. Because it was related to Linda Barnes' circle of friends, the fat wizard volunteered to help Zheng Qing check the matter, while Xiao Xiao was responsible for screening the list.
"Sima called him away...the two of them should be having a meal now."
When Xin said this, her face was filled with a sour smell: "As for what you said yesterday, I chatted with Linda in the morning and asked indirectly. In addition to her own intelligence network, she also found some more energy-rich 'friends' in Alpha Academy to help... Do you know who is inside?"
"Who?" Zheng Qing patiently endured the other party's suspense.
"Blair, Black, Zhang, Wang, Lee, Zhao, O'Brien, Wintour, Karen, etc." The fat wizard read out a series of surnames as if he was chanting a poem, and then shrugged: "The surnames you are familiar with are almost all included. Linda has been the deputy editor-in-chief of the school newspaper, with a scary connection. In addition, Alpha people like to help each other in small circles... If you want to find that arrogant gentleman through her, it is almost impossible!"
"Why did she find so many people?" Zheng Qing was suddenly a little discouraged. He pinched his hand and felt that the mouse tail, which was already sandwiched between his fingers, slipped away.
"Of course it is to make you become Miss Zheng in public opinion in the shortest time!" The fat man patted his belly and burped with satisfaction.