For Zheng Qing, it is indeed a brand new experience.
This experience even helped him eat a few more bowls of rice.
During the whole supper process, he lowered his head from beginning to end, focused on cooking without saying a word, and kept talking in his ears and chattering with Zheng Suyi and two or three. He seemed to have not heard of the secret figure of Maodou in the distance, and he turned a blind eye to the distance.
Just dry rice.
Even Su Shijun mentioned to him the relevant assessment plans of the "Registered Talisman Drawer" and the "Certified Talisman Builder". He also entered his left ear and his right ear more, leaving no trace in his mind.
Just care about drying food.
After leaving Qingqiu Mansion, Zheng Qing went to D&K as usual before evening class.
He probably had enough food and had no food after walking the entire pedestrian street. There was a dog barking on the street. He didn't come back to his senses, and he also started to yell, which made the pedestrians look at each other.
This has increasingly confirmed a conclusion - Piaopiao and Soul-loss are synonyms, describing similar mental states, both souls leave the body without being controlled, but the Piaopiao and Soul-losssing souls fly into the sky like a hydrogen balloon; and the Soul-lossing souls sink into the bottom of the sea like an iron ball.
Zheng Qing felt that his soul was between the two, like a dandelion swaying in the wind.
Until before going to bed at night, Xiao Xiao asked how he prepared the gift he apologized to Jiang Yu and what gifts he had prepared. Only the young public-funded student remembered his big trouble.
"Gift?"
He murmured, holding his hands in front of him, looking at the empty palms, and waking up like a dream.
"You forgot about such an important thing?"
Xiao Xiao took off his glasses and rubbed the lenses roughly with his sleeves, his face full of incredible feelings: "I told you before that the form of apology is not important, 'sincerity' is the important... And 'forgot' is definitely the biggest dishonesty!"
"He went to Qingqiu Mansion for dinner."
Fatty Xin flexibly rotated a peanut between her chubby fingers, and her tone was a little disappointed: "Any male witch sitting next to Councillor Su, she would never think of other witches."
This is a bit absolute.
Zheng Qing was determined to refute, but he didn't have any confidence.
After a while.
He just said he was slow to mention the gift he thought of after entering the small garden of the mansion: "...What do you think is a piece of four-leaf clover? It can be wrapped in a piece of jade."
Xiao Xiao rubbed his chin without commenting.
The fat wizard bounced up the peanut between his fingers and opened his mouth to catch it.
"For you, a four-leaf clover is not enough, a handful of four-leaf clover is almost the same."
He chewed peanuts, leaned on the head of the bed, and placed the manuscript on his knees that had not been reviewed, showing a sarcasm: "—I think you need a lot of 'lucky' to get others to accept your insincere apology."
"Okay, OK, I was wrong... I know, I was wrong." The young teaching assistant student rubbed his face hard and sighed deeply.
"——Where were you wrong?" Xiao Xiao held his glasses.
Zheng Qing stared at the sunflower that was about to die on the table, without any focus, and after a while, he gave an answer that he didn't know whether he was giving up on himself or deeply reflected: "—I was wrong since I was born."
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...
Wednesday the next day.
The first class in the morning was the history of magic.
After Xiao Xiao's careful operation, Sima agreed to hold a group discussion in this class to discuss the "impact of the rise of the Monodiac on the dominance of wizards". As for the group members, they were assigned by the teacher to "randomly".
"——Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu, you two are in a group."
The young teacher on the podium looked at the witch in the first row with a smile, then looked at the male witch in the last row, and added: "As for Li Meng, you are in the same group as Downton."
After all, she found a reliable enough teammate for the little witch.
Jiang Yu quietly packed up his books and walked towards the back of the classroom; Li Meng didn't notice anything unusual and looked happy - for her, as long as she could stay away from her cousin, it would be a good thing to be with whom she was in.
The three male witches next to Zheng Qing have already avoided this whirlpool with great tactility.
Given Xiao's rich knowledge reserves, he was given the title of "teacher assistant" in this class by the Magic History Teacher, and was responsible for supervising the discussions of other students; Fatty Xin became a match with Zhang Jixin. This combination that usually looks the most normal, is an alien in today's classroom.
Jiang Yu put down the textbook and sat opposite Zheng Qing with an expressionless face.
Zheng Qing's hands under the table were sweating unconsciously, and he couldn't help but rub his knees quietly. Many times, expressionlessness is more scary than a stern face or anger.
"I need to……"
He cleared his throat and just said three words.
"Then I'll talk first."
The witch seemed to mistakenly think that he needed preparation, so she opened her notebook and recited: "In a long history, magic and religion were regarded as complementary and did not repel each other. It was very difficult to draw a clear boundary between the two... Before the concepts of angels and devils were deeply rooted in people's hearts, the gods of Greece and Rome were existences that mortals could reach and trade with."
Zheng Qing licked his dry lips, crossed his hands and placed them on the table.
"I need your help."
He asked in a low voice.
"——The transcendent power of the only god... Hum?" The witch realized it and realized what the male witch said. Her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and a confused expression finally appeared on her face.
It's a good thing to have expressions.
Zheng Qing suddenly felt a new courage surge in his heart. He let go of his crossed fingers and revealed the glass bottle hidden in the palm of his hand: "...This is a baby spirit I found on my shoulder yesterday. It is undoubtedly a dead spirit, but I don't know when it fell on me... A few days ago, well, you probably knew..."
Speaking of this, Zheng Qing couldn't help but glance around carefully.
Although Thomas did not ask him to sign a silent contract for the matter, for safety reasons, he still followed the advice of the school work committee and did not open up the matter.
"…I came back from Thomas' lab and went through very strict black magic checks and health monitoring at the school hospital, and there was no sign that I had something dirty on my body. You know, there were very professional therapists in the school hospital, and it was impossible to ignore the ghost lying on a patient."
He explained the causes and consequences in a long time. It took Jiang Yu to understand his request.
"—You mean," she took the glass bottle, and her expression finally became less stiff, but instead she had a hint of worry: "Do you suspect this baby spirit is still related to the crow? Haven't you reported to the school?"
Zheng Qing looked at the witch's eyes and a trace of shame flashed in his heart.
"I don't trust them."
His eyes were sincere and his tone was firm: "Ganning and Thomas were both from the school... I can't believe them anymore. The only one in the school is capable and able to make me believe is you."