This experience even helped him eat a few more bowls of rice.
During the entire dinner, he kept his head down from beginning to end, concentrating on cooking without saying a word. He seemed to have not heard the chattering of Bo Dong in his ears and the chirping of Zheng Su, and the sneaking figure of edamame in the distance.
Also turned a blind eye.
Just dry rice.
Even when Su Shijun mentioned to him the assessment plan for the 'Registered Talisman Painter' and the 'Chartered Talisman Maker', it went in his left ear and came out in his right ear, leaving no trace in his mind.
Just take care of the food.
After leaving Qingqiu Residence, Zheng Qing went to D&K as usual before attending evening classes.
He had probably eaten enough to hold on, and even after walking the entire pedestrian street, he still had no food left. When a dog barked on the street, he didn't regain consciousness and started barking too, causing the passers-by to look at him.
This further confirms a conclusion - elated and lost are synonyms, describing similar mental states. Both souls leave the body uncontrollably, but the elated soul is like a hydrogen balloon, flying
Climbed to the sky; and the lost soul sank to the bottom of the sea like an iron ball.
Zheng Qing felt that his soul was somewhere between the two, like a dandelion swaying in the wind.
It wasn't until before going to bed at night that Xiao Xiao asked him how he had prepared the gift to apologize to Jiang Yu and what kind of gift he had prepared, that the young public-funded student remembered his big trouble.
"Gift?"
He murmured, raising his hands in front of his eyes, looking at the empty palms, as if he was waking up from a dream.
"Have you forgotten such an important thing?"
Xiao Xiao took off his glasses and wiped the lenses roughly with his sleeves, with a look of disbelief on his face: "I told you before, the form of apology is not important, 'sincerity' is important... and 'forgetting' is definitely the biggest mistake.
sincere!"
"He went to Qingqiu Mansion for dinner."
Fatty Xin flexibly turned a peanut between his chubby fingers, and said with a hint of resentment in his tone: "Any wizard sitting next to Councilor Su will never think of other witches."
This is somewhat absolute.
Zheng Qing wanted to refute, but he didn't have the slightest confidence.
Half a moment.
He mumbled and mentioned the gift he thought of after entering the small garden of the mansion: "...What do you think of a four-leaf clover? It can be wrapped in a piece of jade."
Xiao Xiao rubbed his chin, noncommittal.
The fat wizard picked up the peanut between his fingers and opened his mouth to catch it.
"For you, one four-leaf clover is not enough, a handful of four-leaf clovers is enough."
He was chewing peanuts, leaning on the bedside, with the unfinished manuscript on his knees, with a sarcastic look on his face: "——I think you need a lot of 'luck' to make others accept your insincere apology."
"Okay, okay, I was wrong...I know, I was wrong." The young teaching assistant rubbed his face vigorously and sighed deeply.
"——Where did you go wrong?" Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses.
Zheng Qing stared at the dying sunflower on the table, his eyes unfocused. After a long while, he gave an answer that was either self-destruction or deep introspection: "——I've been wrong since I was born."
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The next day is Wednesday.
The first class in the morning is 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 monotheistic religions on the dominance of wizards'. As for the group members, they were 'randomly' assigned by the teacher.
"——Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu, you two are in a group."
The young teacher on the podium looked at the witches in the first row with a smile, then looked at the wizards in the last row, and added: "As for Li Meng, you are in the same group as Downton."
She finally found a reliable enough teammate for the little witch.
Jiang Yu quietly packed up her books and walked to the back row of the classroom; Li Meng didn't notice anything unusual, and her face was full of joy - for her, as long as she could stay away from her cousin, it would be a good thing to be with anyone.
The three wizards next to Zheng Qing had already wisely avoided this whirlpool.
In view of Xiao Xiao's rich knowledge reserve, he was given the title of 'teaching assistant' for this class by the History of Magic teacher, responsible for supervising other students' discussions; Fatty Xin became a partner with Zhang Jixin, which usually seems the most normal.
Collocation is an outlier in today's classroom.
Jiang Yu put down her textbook and sat opposite Zheng Qing with an expressionless face.
Zheng Qing's hands were sweating unconsciously under the table, and he couldn't help but rub them on his knees quietly. In many cases, a blank face is a more frightening expression than a straight face, or an angry look.
"I need to……"
He cleared his throat and just said three words.
"Then let me talk first."
The witch seemed to mistakenly think that he needed to prepare, so she opened her notebook and read: "For a long time, magic and religion have been regarded as complementary and not exclusive of each other. A distinction must be drawn between the two.
It is very difficult to draw clear boundaries...Before the concepts of angels and demons took hold, the Greek and Roman gods were beings that mortals could approach and trade with."
Zheng Qing licked his dry lips, crossed his hands and placed them on the table.
"I need your help."
He requested in a low voice.
"——The transcendent power of the only god...huh?" The witch realized what the wizard had said belatedly, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and a look of confusion finally appeared on her face.
Having an expression is a good thing.
Zheng Qing suddenly felt new courage welling up in his heart. He let go of his crossed fingers and revealed the glass bottle hidden in his palm: "...This is an infant spirit I found on my shoulder yesterday. It is undoubtedly a dead spirit.
But I don’t know when it landed on me... A few days ago, well, you may know..."
Speaking of this, Zheng Qing couldn't help but glance around carefully.
Although the school did not require Thomas to sign a silence contract regarding the incident, for safety reasons, he still followed the advice of the school working committee and did not publicize the incident.
"...After I came back from Thomas's laboratory, I went through a very strict black magic examination and health monitoring in the school hospital. There was no sign that I had anything dirty on my body. You know, there are very professional doctors in the school hospital.
It is impossible for a great healer to turn a blind eye to a ghost lying on a patient's body."
He explained the cause and effect in a lengthy manner, and it took a long time for Jiang Yu to understand his request.
"——You mean," she took the glass bottle, her expression finally no longer so stiff, but with a hint of worry: "Do you suspect that this baby spirit is related to crows? Didn't you report it to the school?"
Zheng Qing looked into 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: "Both Gan Ning and Thomas are from the school... I can no longer trust them. The only person in the entire school who is capable and can make me trust you is you."