After getting up in the morning, Zheng Qing studied "Tree-shaped Neural Networks for Tree Man" for a whole morning. His mind was filled with those dense neural network diagrams, like spider webs, which made him think of his current situation for no reason. He felt that the nets in the book were flying out one by one, and he was like a little bug falling into the net, being strangled to death by the increasingly tight net.
So after lunch, he did not continue to torture himself to read those difficult reference books.
Instead, he went to Beta Town.
It was not to go to D&K, nor to Qingqiu Mansion or Sakura Tavern, but to look for Andrew from Sancha Sword's office in Beta Town.
It is June 6th today, and it is time for the "arms trading" once a month.
Because everything was complicated a few days ago, he delayed it for a few days this month, which was later than last month's delivery time. Although Andrew did not send paper cranes to peck at the windows of the 403 dormitory, Zheng Qing could not pretend that he had not remembered this.
After all, he had to worry about the transaction of hundreds of jade coins.
The office of Sancha Sword is at the intersection of three streets in Beta Town. There is a small square outside. The sun is shining brightly at noon and there are not many pedestrians on the street.
The last time Zheng Qing came, it was not yet summer yet, and I came back today and I have already grown old.
Time passes by inadvertently, making people feel anxious.
At the door of the office, Zheng Qing took off the armored horse talisman hanging on his legs, looked at the half-closed door, and did not break in as recklessly as last time, and knocked on the door very hard.
"Please come in!"
A tone elongated answer came from the room.
The boy pushed the door open and was surprised to see Andrew wearing a very formal hunting suit, with a magic book and a talisman box hanging on his belt, and a shiny boot on his feet. He held one arm in front of his chest, and his other hand pinched his chin, thinking toward a simple map on the wall.
The sunlight outside the window fell on his chubby butt, making his shadow look particularly slender.
"You're going to hunt?"
This is the first thought that flashed through Zheng Qing's mind.
The specialist of the Three Fork Sword seemed to know who was entering the door, and he didn't turn his head and snorted: "—Can you not look at the map if you don't hunt? Can you not wear hunting clothes if you don't hunt?"
Zheng Qing became more and more confused: "Then you are..."
Andrew turned around, looking annoyed, as if he blamed the boy for interrupting his fantasy of commanding the hunting team to surround the hunting ground, and asked in a bad tone: "What week is today?"
"Sunday." Zheng Qing answered honestly.
Andrew pointed to the lazy pedestrian outside the window, and pointed to the sign hanging in the hallway, feeling heartbroken: "You know it's Sunday, why do you have to come to me for work on Sunday? It's because there are so many people like you that Sancha Jian won't give us a holiday! You can't go to the forest to spend summer hunting on weekends, but you have to stay in the office on duty..."
He wiped the corners of his eyes in a fake way.
Zheng Qing pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled dryly: "Isn't this normal time? I have to attend thirty classes a week, including one day yesterday, and there are five classes... I have time today."
While speaking, he took out the box and asked Andrew to look at the five blood talisman bullets he had prepared early in the morning.
The short and fat specialist restrained his expression of performing, took out the account book from the drawer, then pulled up the quill that had been soaked in the ink bottle, scribbling a few lines of note, and pushed it to Zheng Qing: "——Sign it, sign it."
It seems that he wants to start the "paper hunting" again soon.
Therefore, today's process is particularly smooth.
Zheng Qing happily signed the letter and raised his head thoughtfully: "——So, you usually have few holidays and work very heavy? Is the salary high?"
"Live for barely." The short and fat man wizard was vague and suddenly became alert: "What are you asking about this?"
"Isn't this about to graduate? You have been invited to join the Sancha Sword before, but seeing how hard you work... I don't think I am very comfortable with this working environment." Zheng Qing answered very honestly - of course, a small part of this answer was out of bad taste, because he had never considered joining the Sancha Sword.
But Andrew didn't know.
When he heard that Zheng Qing might have refused to join the Sancha Sword for his own reasons, his fat face turned a little white.
"Just, just kidding, hahaha,"
The short and fat wizard suddenly forgot the map of the hunting ground hanging on the wall, and clenched his fists and knocked on the table lightly - dim sum plates, wine bottles, silver cups, single-player chess and other messy things rushed out of the wall cabinet, and in a moment, the table was filled with messes - he looked at Zheng Qing eagerly: "The job of the Sancha Sword is still very easy! Look at me, I may not have a serious job all day, so I can make pastries by myself, eat some barbecue, drink some wine, and entertain myself... There is no easier job in the alliance than here!"
"This is not considered negligence." Zheng Qing blinked.
"Play, play with me... Haha, haha, this isn't that kind of thing, is human care? Why did you play with me?" Andrew's white face suddenly turned red again. Although he was in the chilly room, his forehead was unconsciously sweat beads as big as beans.
Zheng Qing didn't expect that he was just a joke, but Andrew was so nervous.
"I just say this casually, don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously."
He waved his hands repeatedly and comforted: "And I had a high probability of staying in school, so it would be difficult for me to work part-time at Sanchajian again... Don't think that I'm not graduating yet, I'm already an assistant teacher, you know."
Andrew cried: "—You can't take this matter seriously, but if the fortune teller in the bureau sees it, he won't take what you say casually as a joke. They will really record it in the archives!"
Zheng Qing is deeply sorry for this.
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There will be a class meeting on Sunday night.
There is no additional notice today in the school, so the class meeting will proceed naturally.
Less than half an hour before the class meeting started, most of the people had arrived, but Xiao Xiao had not arrived yet, which surprised the other three boys sitting in the corner.
"Did he forget time in Teacher Sima's office?" Fatty Xin never feared to guess every couple with the most distorted ideas.
Zheng Qing glanced at him.
"Do you think the doctor is you?" After he complained, he suddenly remembered something: "Well, do you think the doctor seems a little strange today? You always feel like he has something to worry about."
"It's Teacher Sima's birthday is about to celebrate. Does he know what gifts he buys?" Zhang Jixin was also abducted by Fatty Xin.
"It's a bit weird indeed."
On the contrary, the fat wizard had other ideas at this moment: "--Don't he likes to be that observer? But today I noticed that he picked up the black-shelled notebook again."
The black shell notebook is used to record observation notes, and the young wizards of Yusu know that. In his freshman year, Xiao Xiao also carried that notebook all day long. When he entered his sophomore year, he obviously had less time to get the notebook, and most of the time he held the crystal ball in his arms.
Compared to writing, he obviously prefers divination.