The office of the teaching assistant team is not on the same floor, and some teaching assistants, including Thomas, are located in the left-hand corridor on the third floor of the office building.
Thomas's office is at the end of the corridor.
It was weekends and there was no popularity in the corridor. Not only were the common armored warriors wandering around in the school missing, but even the portraits on the wall and the door gods on the door were empty.
Zheng Qing had an idea inexplicably - there should be no need to worry about encountering ghosts in such a place, right?
"I remember your office..."
The young wizard couldn't help but speak, not entirely because of curiosity, but more because he wanted to fill this empty corridor with his voice, so that the surroundings would not be so empty and quiet.
Thomas took out a brass key from his pocket and inserted it into the keyhole.
"Ah, the offices of the assistants are not fixed," he seemed to guess the problem behind the boy and explained patiently: "Every semester, our office may change... according to the increase or decrease in the team's staff or the arrangements for new staff in the school. Moreover, not every assistant has an office."
Zheng Qing knew the last point.
Because he doesn't have an office.
While speaking, the office door had been pushed open.
But before he entered the door, a hissing scream came out along the crack of the door with the light in the room and came into Zheng Qing's ears, buzzing the entire corridor.
"You forgot to turn off the fire when you went out, idiot!"
“——Fortunately, the old man has a strong belly!”
"Are you planning to burn the entire office building?"
"No salary?!"
Thomas pulled a towel from behind the door, slammed it into the corner of the office, and the scream immediately stopped. Zheng Qing leaned into the room and saw a teapot screaming. At this moment, the towel was tied to the handle of the pot, which was hanging in the air, swaying, as if he would fall to the ground by accident.
No wonder it shut up.
Zheng Qing couldn't help but smile - this way of handling is very starry sky.
"Sorry, I left in a hurry in the afternoon, but fortunately I came back in time... Is it a casual seat... Is there some tea?"
The owner of the office greeted him, and before the boy could agree, he snapped his fingers. Two beautiful tea cups flew out from the tea table and floated under the teapot.
The teapot leaned obediently and poured out a stream of hot tea.
"Thanks."
Zheng Qing nodded slightly with a gaze around, looking for the place Thomas mentioned to be able to "sit as you want". But wherever he saw, whether on the sofa or chair, there were books, and the placement was very messy. Zheng Qing felt as if he had broken into a graduate's study.
Thomas, who was bent over and touching something under the desk, noticed the boy's cramp.
"Ah...sorry,"
He suddenly realized and knocked on the Dharma book, with a little sorry tone: "You know, there are a lot of things recently, I'm a little busy... The busier I get more and more messy, and there are not many people in the office, so I didn't clean up properly."
The obscure curse light bloomed from where he hit the Dharma books. The messy books between the tables and chairs seemed to have wings, flying up, and neatly placed them into the open bookcase next to them.
Zheng Qing saw a few interesting names among the spines of the flying books - including "Human, Ghost, Scientific and Animals, Turn into Monsters", "Huanci Astronomy", "Changing Monsters and Blames", "Praying for Blessings", "Please Praying to Reward" and "Holding Ominous Ghosts" - From the title of the book, it involves both demons and transformation techniques, as well as methods of praying for blessings and elimination, which seems extremely complicated.
"I never knew you also like blessing magic,"
Zheng Qing sat on the sofa, holding a teacup, staring at the amber tea in the cup, and blew a little: "...I mean, I feel that this kind of magic does not match your origin in Starry Sky Academy."
"I thought you would get rid of the stubborn prejudice between different colleges. When you entered the school..." Thomas smiled and shook his head, and suddenly sighed: "When I was interviewing you, your caution left a very deep impression on me... Well, you should smell it first - how does it smell?"
He held his teacup and put it under his nose as if he had signaled it and sniffed it, and raised it to Zheng Qing.
It's just too late.
Zheng Qing just took a sip.
Unexpectedly.
The inlet temperature of the hot tea water is just right, neither cool nor hot; while the clear tea water tastes very rich, as if a few kilograms of spices were added to it.
The boy's face immediately wrinkled.
"Ah," he smashed his mouth, savoring the fragrance at the tip of his tongue, and finally commented tactfully: "I feel that your tea... tastes very special."
"You should smell it first." Thomas had put down the teacup, picked up a small wooden box from under the desk, placed it on the desk, and looked at the boy with a smile: "What can you smell?"
Zheng Qing inexplicably felt like he was taking a potion class.
"Almonds, or pine nuts... cinnamon, and honey," his nose wings slightly fluttered, his tone with a little uncertainty: "Can there be these things in the tea?"
"Your magical talent is really good."
Thomas sighed softly, and shook his head while removing the tale lock from the wooden box: "I was very sensitive to herbs at the beginning, so the grades of the potion class have never been very good. I can only work hard on anatomy... You guessed it well. When I was cooking tea, I added some cinnamon and honey to it, which would make it more flavorful."
"heresy."
Zheng Qing concluded concisely - he had never seen anyone drink tea like this when he grew up.
"Heaven?"
Thomas seemed to feel a little touched when he heard this word. His movements stopped. After murmured and repeated it, he suddenly chuckled: "After all, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is 'herein'... I like to 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 and leave only pure tea... When it comes to purity, what kind of blood do you think is pure?"
Zheng Qing felt that Thomas was a bit too sentimental today.
“Nicholas’ bloodline is very pure.”
He gave the former interviewer an unexpected answer: "Whether he took off his werewolf blood or now, his bloodline is very pure."
"Is that old student who transferred four times, resigned four times, and now went to the marginal college to study preparatory courses?" Thomas obviously knew the legend of the No. 1 university and couldn't help but wonder: "Why do you think his bloodline is pure?"
"Because his thoughts are clean."
Zheng Qing thought of the boy who had been transferred to the hospital for four times for his sister and forced to remove the werewolf blood for his mother. He felt that his fingertips seemed to be burned, and he couldn't help but turn the cup in his hand: "—After all, this is a world where consciousness can determine everything, and pure thoughts are the purest bloodline in this world."