Zheng Qing reached out and grabbed the horns of the black goat in front of him. It opened its big innocent eyes and remained motionless, making him seem to have seen Asmodeus at the Seven Deadly Sins meeting last night.
But this is not the meeting room of the Seven Deadly Sins, this black goat is just an ordinary goat.
At this moment, he is in the class of Imperial Order.
This was the second class on Saturday morning. Because it was a class time squeezed out through time switching, Zheng Qing was already a little hungry when the class was about to end.
But just about half an hour before the end of get out of class, the professor made a surprise assessment and asked each student to write an order to make the goat in front of them dance a samba dance to be considered qualified.
So there was a scene of confrontation above.
The black goat assigned to Zheng Qing was very dishonest and always liked to extend its tongue to lick the talisman 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.
"Stop licking...or I'll eat roasted goat for lunch!" He gritted his teeth and warned fiercely, with a large ball of saliva pouring out of his mouth involuntarily.
Gudu.
He swallowed his saliva naturally. This instinctive action scared the restless little goat, and coupled with the strong suppression coming from the top of his head, it finally calmed down.
Zheng Qing's free hand scrawled at the end of the new order the words "... by the order of Sir" - the students of Non-Atlas Academy are particularly flexible in this regard and will not deliberately look for a specific god.
As the master of the edict, his name is just a code name. As long as he is willing to respond and drive the edict to take effect, it doesn't matter who he is.
According to Zheng Qing's observation, the alpha students in white robes in the classroom like to leave certain noble surnames on their orders, while the red robes prefer to leave the names of their respective ancestors, while the blue robes are the most open-minded, except for the common Odin
, Zeus, King of Hell, Satan, Superman, Spider-Man, Doraemon and other strange beings will also be written into the edict.
Zheng Qing did not have an ancestor with strong 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 call, so he chose the most conservative two words, sir.
Pooh!
The wizard spat on the back of the talisman paper and slapped it on the kid's forehead.
The little goat tilted its head out of habit, but it couldn't move away because Zheng Qing grabbed its horns.
Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief, opened the Dharma book, and read the edict quickly.
His voice was not loud, but there was more than one loud voice in the classroom at the moment - someone chanted 'The Eastern Emperor's edict, all gods are attentive to listen', someone chanted 'What disaster will not be extinguished, what blessing will not be achieved', and still others
The thought of "I have descended into the mortal world to speak sermons for the Taoist ancestors; I have bowed down in a precious book and performed the truth on behalf of my grandma" made the classroom abuzz with excitement for a while.
The professor called the students to the podium one by one in order of their seats and watched them direct the lamb to dance. After the dance, the students could leave the get out of class on their own and the lamb disappeared into the professor's sleeves.
When it was Zheng Qing's turn, there was almost no one in the classroom. For the first time, he deeply felt the negative effects of sitting in the back corner. However, when he led the sheep to the professor, the professor just glanced at the lamb's forehead.
After receiving the order, his head tilted back involuntarily, as if someone had punched him hard in the face, and he seemed about to fall down in the next second.
"Who did you command the Lord to write to?"
The professor covered his forehead, drooped his eyelids, and sounded a little annoyed.
Zheng Qing sniffed and glanced at the equally innocent lamb hesitantly: "...it's 'Sir', an old wizard who taught me the talisman."
This is absolutely true.
But the professor on the podium still covered his face and groaned: "I'm just doing a small in-class test, what's more? Come on, let's go, you passed the assessment..."
"But I..." Zheng Qing wanted to say, but his lamb hadn't danced yet.
"get out of class is over!"
The professor yelled and waved his hand outward vigorously.
Zheng Qing didn't have time to react, and the lamb in his hands ran out of the classroom. However, the professor sitting behind the desk did not stop him and allowed the lamb to run away.
He could only pursue his class assignments with a confused look on his face.
As it turned out, he wasn't the only one hungry.
He found his 'classwork' in the cafeteria - at that time, Xiao Yang was standing next to Fatty Xin, nibbling a piece of lettuce with relish, his squirming cheeks bulging, blowing the talisman paper on his forehead.
Ups and downs.
"This way!"
The fat wizard waved to Zheng Qing.
"How do you know this is my sheep?" Zheng Qing ran over panting and complained: "I chased it for half the school! Do you want to eat roasted whole sheep?"
The little goat, which was gnawing energetically, seemed to feel a hint of murderous intent. It immediately raised its head and looked around confusedly.
"I just said the words on this talisman looked so familiar!" The fat wizard showed a hint of surprise on his face, wiped the corners of his mouth, and touched the lamb's back with a kind expression: "I didn't know this was your sheep... I
Want to eat roasted whole lamb... Do you want to roast it with it? Although it is a little lean, the meat looks very delicious."
The lamb, which had not found the murderous intention, lowered its head again and continued to happily nibble on the lettuce.
Zheng Qing looked at this idiot, finally sighed deeply and turned around to find the dinner plate.
When he returned to the dining table, the lamb had already eaten up the lettuce, and the fat man was holding the talisman in front of his forehead and observing it carefully.
"Is this an edict?" Xin seemed to want to show off his knowledge: "You are a bit vague as the person who signs the edict, and it is generally difficult to invite truly powerful beings..."
Zheng Qing did not want to discuss this issue.
"Where's the doctor?"
He took a big bite of the fried chicken steak, stood at the dining table, looked around, and said in a vague voice, "Aren't I with you? How about the matter that you were asked to investigate last night?"
Last night, after returning to the dormitory from the Seven Deadly Sins meeting, he immediately informed his two roommates about his discovery. Because it concerned Linda Barnes' circle of friends, the fat wizard volunteered and was willing to help Zheng Qing.
Verify this matter, while Xiao Xiao is responsible for screening the list.
"Sima asked him away...the two of them should be eating now."
When Xin said this, there was a sour taste on his face: "As for what you said yesterday, I chatted with Linda in the morning and asked sideways, except for her family's own intelligence network
In addition, she also found some more energetic 'friends' in Alpha Academy to help... Do you know who is there?"
"Who?" Zheng Qing patiently endured the other party's lies.
"Blair, Black, Zhang, Wang, Li, Zhao, O'Brien, Wintour, Karen, etc." The fat wizard read out a series of last names like poetry, and then shrugged: "The ones you are familiar with
The surnames are almost all included. Linda was the deputy editor-in-chief of the school newspaper and has a frightening number of contacts. Plus, Alpha people like to help each other in small circles... If you want to find the arrogant Mr. through her,
Four words, almost impossible!"
"Why did she find so many people!" Zheng Qing suddenly felt a little frustrated. He squeezed his hands and felt the mouse tail that had been caught between his fingers slithering away.
"Of course it's to make you become Miss Zheng in public opinion in the shortest possible time!" The fat man patted his belly and burped with satisfaction.