All public-funded students of First University must attend the ‘Campus Cup’ dance on Saturday night.
Zheng Qing only learned about this in the life class on Thursday afternoon.
Although the life class only has a half-year course schedule and only one three-and-a-half-hour class per week, for students in the first half of the freshman year, this course is almost as important as talismans, astronomy, and arithmetic.
What's the difference.
This is because most of the students at First University are living independently away from their parents for the first time, so the school has the responsibility to teach everyone some daily life magic - such as commonly used escape spells, communication spells, and repair spells.
, and cleaning spells, etc. - to ensure that no one is running around campus in dirty robes because they can't do laundry.
That is simply a disgrace to all wizards.
In view of the importance and necessity of this course, First University has included it as a compulsory course for the whole school, which is a general course with sufficient preparation in the curriculum. This means that every new student who enrolls must take this course.
to a passing score or above.
The life class is held in Room 402, west of the teaching building. It is a small classroom, but it is also a professional classroom.
In addition to the tables, chairs, benches and blackboard desks required for normal classes, the classroom also has an independent washbasin next to each desk and three brass faucets that provide water at different temperatures.
In late autumn, the afternoon sun is no longer so dazzling.
Because the tall glass windows cut off the cold wind outside, the entire classroom can only feel the warmth of autumn, but not the bleakness of the autumn wind. This gave Zheng Qing, who was standing in front of the washbasin, a strong, sleepy feeling.
Feel.
Especially when the autumn wind blew against the windows, the glass and window edges made a rhythmic clicking sound, like a continuous hypnotic spell, which intensified his feeling.
"I think you should ask for sick leave from Professor Tian. Your face looks ugly." Xiao Xiao stood next to Zheng Qing, his lips moved slightly, and he suggested in a low voice: "If you fall asleep standing up, the professor will not be happy."
of."
Professor Tian is the professor of the life class. She is an old woman with a kind face but a hunched back.
She was always accustomed to holding a cane that was thick at the top and thin at the bottom, walking slowly around the classroom, carefully looking at each student's learning achievements with the monocle held in her other hand.
When she encounters an undesirable situation, she is always not afraid to wave the cane in her hand and heavily 'knock' the backs of these young wizards. Although it hurts, it will not hurt at all - and the Professors' Joint Conference seems to turn a blind eye to this situation.
, the school also turns a deaf ear to hundreds of letters of complaint every year.
This makes many young people taking life classes angry and a little more fearful.
As a publicly-funded student of Jiuyou College, Zheng Qing has not yet experienced Professor Tian's cane, and he does not want to make the professor angry because of a stupid persistence.
Hearing Xiao Xiao's reminder, the young public-funded student blinked hard, took a few deep breaths, and tried to open his eyes.
On the podium, Professor Tian was slowly writing mantras on the blackboard with his back to everyone. It seemed that he was writing in a hurry and could not finish it for a while.
"Forget it." Zheng Qing hesitated for a few seconds, and finally gave up the idea of disturbing the professor's interest, and shook his head: "Maybe it was just that I was a little late in training yesterday... Just take it slow."
There are less than three days until the Freshman Hunting Competition.
With the help of the Judgment Hunting Team and Deng Zi, the Exoneration Hunting Team spends nearly ten hours on training every day. Except for the seven or eight hours of class, eating and homework, the remaining time for the Exorcism Hunters is
The time for sleeping and resting is almost less than five hours a day.
This almost perverted training plan has been going on for almost a week.
"There are still three days left. It doesn't matter if you keep at it." Zheng Qingxu stared, feeling like he could faint and die in class at any time.
"Everyone has the same training, and the ruling party has also provided us with energy potions... but your situation is particularly bad." Fatty Xin in the front row tilted his head back and whispered, "Could it be?
Is it because your shadow was cut off?"
Zheng Qing wrinkled his nose, lowered his head, and glanced at the soles of his feet.
The afternoon sun shines through the tall glass windows and onto the floor, leaving behind a swaying halo that looks like running water. Anyone standing in the halo, whether they are tables, chairs, benches, students, or professors, will leave behind a dark shadow.
.
Except Zheng Qing.
Last week, while visiting Su Shijun's dimensional evolution laboratory, his shadow was 'cheated' away by a contract from the beautiful Su. This has made the young public-funded student feel uncomfortable recently.
"It shouldn't be." Zheng Qing hesitated and whispered: "Didn't Dylan say that? Without a shadow, you will only feel a slight allergy to the sun, and there will be no other negative effects..."
As another shadowless member of dormitory 403, Mr. Vampire Werewolf has considerable say in this regard.
"You are different from him," Xiao Xiao shook his head: "Vampires are born without shadows... and you do have a shadow, but the shadow has been 'deprived'... Who knows whether this kind of magic will have any negative effects
Woolen cloth?"
"Maybe you should talk to Miss Su about this matter." Zhang Jixin finally couldn't help but turned his head and looked at the public-funded student eagerly: "When are you going? I can be your bodyguard!"
"There's me, there's me!" Fatty Xin said repeatedly, not to be outdone.
The corners of Zheng Qing's mouth twitched and he smiled weakly twice.
"Let's wait until the freshman hunt is over." He sighed slightly: "Anyway, there are only two or three days left. I can still hold on at this time... At worst, I won't go to the dance on Saturday night. I will be in the dormitory.
Get some more sleep."
"It's okay if you don't go." Fatty Xin pinched his chin and nodded thoughtfully: "Ever since Lao Yao warned everyone in the spell class on Monday not to do anything at the dance, I always feel like I'm frightened.
...I always feel like something is going to happen. It doesn’t matter if I don’t go, it doesn’t matter if I don’t go.”
"Dong dong dong!"
There were several sounds of heavy wooden sticks hitting the ground from the podium.
"The young gentlemen sitting in the back, please keep quiet." Professor Tian looked at the wizards with a smile, and stomped the cane in his hand, attracting the attention of the students.
The other heads all turned back to look at the wizards, and then they all turned back and looked quietly at the professor on the podium.
Professor Tian seemed to be in a good mood and did not angrily walk down from the podium and beat several wizards.
"Today we learn a 'Cleaning Spell'... It will be the 'College Cup' dance soon. I believe everyone wants to be clean and dance with their partners under the moonlight... instead of wearing smelly robes.
Like a dung beetle crawling out of a cesspool."
As she spoke, the old woman stomped the cane in her hand again.
In the washbasin in front of everyone, there was suddenly a pile of dirty and smelly robes.