This was the first thought that flashed through Zheng Qing's mind after hearing Zhang Yu's explanation. He is now preparing for the graduation assessment and is also careful of those sneaky crows. Naturally, he is not grateful for this trouble.
"cannot."
Zhang Yu shook his head with a very small amplitude and suddenly pulled Zheng Qing into a pavilion - because it was too sudden, Zheng Qing didn't even see the pavilion number - At the same time, he explained with a quick speech: "Every wizard who can enter the candidate is very precious. Even if he cannot become the final executor, he will retain his alternate status... In addition, for some considerations, the college also supports you very much in participating in this review."
In the last sentence, his tone was very tactful.
After all, the acting leader of the teaching assistant team is somewhat considered the first middle-level core of the university, so he will definitely not be able to speak and do things like Hilda.
Zheng Qing is not an innocent scholar who turns a blind eye to things outside the window.
He just thought a little more deeply and immediately understood the unfinished intention of the leader - the Fringe Academy is a new force that the entire alliance cares very much, and this special project is very important to the Fringe Academy. There is no doubt that becoming the final executor of this project will inevitably have a "special influence" on the new academy.
In the case of a delicate structure of power distribution within the First University, any third party joining will seriously affect the balance in the game. Zheng Qing even suspected that today's itinerary was arranged by Lao Yao himself.
Didn’t he agree so happily when he saw Zhang Yu taking him away?
In addition, he vaguely felt that this project happened to be launched when he was about to graduate, and was it a bit "decisive" - it was not that he was narcissistic, self-righteous, or pretentious. On the contrary, considering his identity and his own particularity, his guess was very cautious.
"Then what should I do then?" Zheng Qing began to take a little attention to this project.
"Just follow the arrangements, I have nothing more to tell you." Zhang Yu's voice lowered, but his pace did not slow down at all: "—You should know that not only the school, but also many people in the alliance are paying attention to this project of the Fringe College, so the level of confidentiality for related news over there is very high, and many very simple tasks have to sign a contract..."
Zheng Qing can understand this explanation.
From the beginning of the semester, the vague report on the "Friendly Academy Secret Weapons Plan" began to appear in the Post of Beta Town, to the nagging of the old men in the moonlight council that Su Shijun had complained to him in private, to the slightest indirect attacks of Fatty Xin when he was doing a small hand mission - it can be said that even if Zheng Qing's project is very marginal, around the "small contractor" outside the third and fourth floors, there are many people who are curious about the project of the Friendly Academy.
Not to mention the people and things at the core of the project.
Just thinking about it makes people feel tired.
Just as the young teaching assistant was feeling in his heart, he suddenly glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw four silent figures behind the two sides, all wearing black robes, with their faces drowned in the shadow of the wide hood, and in this narrow and deep corridor, he looked a little scary.
He subconsciously pulled the wrist that was being grabbed by Zhang Yu.
The acting leader of the teaching assistant team simply looked back and immediately woke up the boy's concerns: "—Don't worry, like me, they are your guards. But because the place we are going is special and there are a lot of safety magic nearby, they have to show their appearance."
While talking, the two of them had already rushed out of the corridor.
Come to a low archway.
This is an atypical two-pillar stone archway. There is a Ming Tower but no plaque. The brackets are flying eaves and glazed green tiles. Two stone lions squat in front of the pillars. When they saw someone coming, the two lions turned their heads together, opened their big eyes on the copper bells, staring at the visitors. It was not until Zhang Yu handed over the sign that they took back their vigilant appearance.
Even so, Zheng Qing still felt that they looked at his ears a few more times.
It was the green dragon that made them feel a little uneasy. The other four stopped outside the archway, not even leaving the corridor, watching them step over the slowly rising white mist.
The white mist was spit out of the lion's mouth, and in just a blink of an eye, the two pillars were completely submerged.
"Grab my arm."
Zhang Yu ordered.
Zheng Qing once again felt a strong sense of déjà vu. However, this time, after following the "guidor" into a strange area, although there was a vast white spot in front of him, he did not yell.
Instead, he quietly picked up his own talisman gun.
"Nothing is needed here, boy."
A irritating voice came from my ears, and the white mist quickly retreated, revealing a long and narrow corridor. On both sides of the corridor are very postmodern metal walls. There is nowhere to be seen in the light source, but it looks particularly bright and has no similarity to most wizard buildings.
Zheng Qingxun looked at him and was talking about a bald witch wearing wide glasses. Her thin body and sharp and smooth forehead seemed to be a peeled-shelled egg. Yes, he was also a dark wizard, a literal black-skinned wizard.
"Put the gun away, and the guards inside are easily attacked by them, regardless of whether you are a student or not.
The 'black' wizard warned the young teaching assistant again, then grabbed Zhang Yu's stretched out hand, held it and shook it: "Thank you hard, leave the next thing to me... wait for a moment."
Zhang Yu nodded slightly and stopped quietly outside a yellow line.
Only then did Zheng Qing notice that the "black wizard" was standing within the yellow line while speaking.
He glanced at his group leader and did not receive any prompts. So he obediently put away the talisman gun and silently crossed the yellow line. It seemed as if he was passing through a thick layer of jelly head-on-only the very powerful guardian barrier had this effect. Ordinary barriers would only give people a breeze blowing on their faces, even without feeling at all.
"Do you know the rules for entering Baicao Garden?" The wizard of "Black" took Zheng Qing to the depths along the metal corridor. When he turned the corner, he suddenly asked him a question.
Zheng Qing was stunned for a second: "——Let's listen..."
"Yes, that's those three sentences. First, you must listen to the teacher's instructions; second, don't move around; third, you must listen to the teacher's instructions; don't move around! I'm glad that the school still retains this fine tradition."
The 'Black' wizard interrupted the boy's retelling slightly roughly, and his speech speed was as fast as his pace: "Today's review will be conducted in the yellow area, that is, within the range you see the yellow coil. Without permission, you must not move across regions. No one asked you not to speak before you talk. Is there any problem?"
"Hmm..." Zheng Qing hesitated, feeling nothing wrong: "What do you call me?"
Jiang Yu once said that if you don’t know how to deal with strange wizards, then starting with your name is the best way to start. However, this communication skills of wizards from aristocratic families seem to have failed in front of this scholarly wizard.
After hearing the boy's question, the 'black' wizard's footsteps finally slowed down. He tilted his head and glanced at Zheng Qing. He was full of surprise after his thick glasses. After a while, he shook his head: "Alex, you can call me that... although I don't think there is a time when we need to communicate with each other by name."
Then he stopped in front of a small door.
There is a nameplate hanging on the door, and the three words "Resonance Room" are engraved in the insinuation.