The offices of some teaching assistants, including Thomas, are not on the same floor as the office of the teaching assistants. They are located in the left-hand corridor on the third floor of the office building.
And Thomas's office is at the end of the corridor.
It was the weekend, and there was no one in the corridor at all. Not only were the armored warriors wandering around the school missing, but even the portraits on the walls and the door gods on the doors were empty.
An inexplicable thought came to Zheng Qing's mind - in a place like this, you shouldn't have to worry about encountering ghosts, right?
"I remember your office..."
The young wizard couldn't help but speak, not entirely out of curiosity, but more because he wanted to fill the empty corridor with sound and make the surroundings seem less empty and quiet.
Thomas took out a brass key from his pocket and inserted it into the keyhole.
"Ah, the offices of teaching assistants are not fixed," he seemed to have guessed the question behind the boy, and explained patiently: "Every semester, our offices may change...according to the increase or decrease in the number of people in the group or the school
Arrangements for new staff. Moreover, not every teaching assistant has an office."
Zheng Qing knew this last point.
Because he doesn't have an office.
While talking, the office door has been pushed open.
But before he even entered the door, a sizzling scream followed the light in the room, came out through the crack in the door, and reached Zheng Qing's ears, making the entire corridor buzz.
"You forgot to turn off the fire when you went out, idiot!"
"——Fortunately, I have a strong belly!"
"Are you going to burn down the entire office building?"
"No more salary?!"
Thomas pulled a towel from behind the door, rolled it into a ball, and threw it into the corner of the office. The screams immediately stopped. Zheng Qing poked his head into the room and saw that the scream was a teapot. At this moment, its handle
The towel was tied to it, hanging in the air, dangling, as if it would fall to the ground if not careful.
No wonder it shut up.
Zheng Qing couldn't help but smile - this way of handling things was very starry.
"Sorry, I left in a bit of a hurry this afternoon, but luckily I came back in time... sit down casually... would you like some tea?"
The owner of the office greeted him, and without waiting for the boy's response, he snapped his fingers, and two beautiful teacups clattered and flew out from under the coffee table and floated under the teapot.
The teapot obediently tilted its body and poured out a stream of hot tea.
"Thanks."
Zheng Qing nodded slightly cautiously and looked around, looking for a place where Thomas mentioned that he could 'sit casually'. But wherever he could see, whether on the sofa or on the chair, there were piles of books, and the arrangement was very messy.
, Zheng Qing felt as if he had broken into a graduate's study.
Thomas, who was bending over to fumble for something under the desk, noticed the boy's embarrassment.
"Ah...I'm sorry,"
As if he had a sudden realization, he knocked on the Dharma book and said with a somewhat apologetic tone: "You know, there have been a lot of things lately, and I have been a little busy...the busier I am, the messier I am, and there aren't many people coming to the office, so I haven't cleaned it up properly."
A vague curse light bloomed from the place where he knocked on the Dharma book. The messy books between the tables and chairs seemed to have wings, flew up, and were neatly piled into the open bookcase next to them.
Zheng Qing's sharp eyes saw several interesting names among the flying book spines - including "Humans, Ghosts, Spirits, and Six Animals Turn into Monsters", "Chen Temple Astronomy", "Turn into Monsters", and "Pray for Blessings"
, "Catching Ominous Creatures and Preventing Ghosts" - from the title of the book, it involves not only demons and the art of transformation, but also prayers and ways to get rid of them, which makes it appear to be extremely complex.
"I never knew you liked blessing magic,"
Zheng Qing sat on the sofa, holding a tea cup, staring at the amber tea in the cup, and blew a small breath: "...I mean, I feel that this kind of magic is completely incompatible with your background at Starry Sky Academy."
"I thought you would get rid of those stubborn prejudices between different colleges. When you entered the school..." Thomas smiled and shook his head, and suddenly sighed: "Speaking of... when I gave you the interview, you were cautious.
I was very impressed... Well, you should have smelled it first - how did it taste?"
He held his tea cup, sniffed it under his nose as a gesture, and raised it to Zheng Qing.
But it's already too late.
Zheng Qing just took a sip.
unexpected.
The tea that looks piping hot has just the right temperature at the entrance, neither cold nor hot; while the tea that looks clear has a very rich flavor, as if several kilograms of spices have been added to it.
The boy's face immediately wrinkled up.
"Hey," he smacked his mouth, savoring the aroma on his tongue, and finally commented euphemistically: "I think your tea... tastes very special."
"You should smell it first." Thomas had put down the tea cup, picked up a small wooden box from under the desk, put it on the desk, and looked at the boy with a smile: "What can you smell?"
Zheng Qing inexplicably felt like he was in a potion class.
"Almonds, or pine nuts... cinnamon, and honey." His nose twitched slightly, and his tone was a bit uncertain: "Can there be these things in tea?"
"Your magic talent is really good."
Thomas sighed softly and shook his head while unlocking the magic hair lock on the wooden box: "I was very sensitive to herbal medicine at the beginning, so my grades in Potions class were never very good, so I could only study in dissection.
Work harder on your studies... You guessed it right, when I made the tea, I added some cinnamon and honey to it, which will make it more flavorful."
"heresy."
Zheng Qingyan concluded concisely and concisely - in his whole life, he has never seen anyone drinking tea like this.
"Heresy?"
When Thomas heard this word, he seemed to be a little touched. He paused in his movements, muttered and repeated it, and then suddenly smiled softly: "After all, it broke the tradition. It is not an exaggeration to say it is a 'heresy'... I like it."
Add some spices and seasonings to the tea leaves, crush the tea leaves into powder, and use boiling water to fully release the aroma of the tea leaves. Then filter out the residue, leaving only pure tea... When it comes to purity, what kind of blood do you think it is?
Where’s the pure one?”
Zheng Qing felt that Thomas was a little too sentimental today.
"Nicholas's bloodline is very pure."
He gave his former interviewer an unexpected answer: "Whether he had his werewolf blood before or now, his blood is very pure."
"Is that old student who transferred four times, repeated four grades, and now goes to the fringe college to study as a preparatory student?" Thomas obviously knew the legend of the first university, and couldn't help but become curious: "Why do you think his bloodline is so pure?"
"Because his ideas are very clean."
Zheng Qing thought of the boy who was transferred to the hospital four times for his sister and who had his werewolf blood drained for his mother. He felt that his fingertips seemed to be burned. He couldn't help but turn the cup in his hand: "——After all, consciousness can decide everything.
In this world, pure thoughts are the purest blood in this world."