He is a young Germanic man with blond hair and blue eyes, tall stature, fair skin, slightly drooped eyelids, sunken eye sockets, and a straight nose that makes the whole face look more angular. He is wearing a decent suit with exquisite workmanship and dark lining.
With his red tie and shiny leather shoes, he looks like a successful businessman.
After checking the admission notice, Thomas did not bother Zheng Qing's family too much, but suggested that Zheng Qing take him around the city.
The Zheng family's parents seemed to have no suspicion at all and handed over their son to this stranger with great confidence.
Standing blankly on the street, Zheng Qing looked at the guy in front of him who was constantly flipping the map in his hand, quietly wiped his sweat and asked: "Mr. Thomas, I wonder where you want to go?"
"I have to think about how to get to Fangshi over here," Thomas frowned, stared at the map in his hand, pinched his fingers, and replied: "In college, you have to start learning to live independently, and you need to prepare
A lot of things. In addition, just like middle school, you also need to prepare some basic textbooks, stationery, experimental supplies, etc. The market has a complete range of things, and the shops there will have discounts before the start of school, which is very cost-effective for you.
"
"But..." Zheng Qing glanced at the huge supermarket behind the two of them and felt that he was getting more and more confused: "Aren't there stationery stores everywhere on the street? Behind us is the largest warehouse supermarket in Pingyang."
"Supermarket?" Thomas was stunned immediately and raised his eyebrows: "You used to buy things in this supermarket when you went to school?"
As he spoke, he turned around and looked carefully at the crowded supermarket across the street.
"I usually buy it at the stationery store in front of the school." The hair on Zheng Qing's head popped up, and he explained unconfidently: "I mean, this supermarket has a lot of stuff, so there should be some stationery I need."
"Where did you go to middle school?" Thomas squinted, still looking at the supermarket carefully.
"Pingyang No. 1 Middle School, a provincial key." Speaking of this, Zheng Qing felt a little more confident.
"No, no, no, I mean, where did you actually go to middle school."
"It's on No. 1 Middle Road. We just passed by the entrance of our high school."
"I'm sorry, I mean have you ever attended a special school before?" Thomas finally turned around. He looked a little surprised, and the hand holding the map made funny gestures, and muttered: "The special one"
kind?"
"No!" Zheng Qing denied flatly: "Unless you count key middle schools as special schools."
"Is there something wrong with the system?" Thomas put away the map, took out something like a mobile phone from his pocket, and swept it over Zheng Qing's body. The machine's buzzing sound followed the movement of the thing.
On and on.
Zheng Qing looked around awkwardly, a little at a loss.
"No problem!" After working for a while, Thomas looked at the machine in his hand carefully, nodded reassuringly, and then shook his head: "Since people are right, that's another troublesome thing."
"Trouble?" Zheng Qing seemed a little nervous and asked carefully: "Mr. Thomas, do you want to talk to my parents? You can also talk to my grandpa."
"Oh, no need, no need." Thomas shook his head repeatedly, looked at Zheng Qing, then looked at the big envelope in his hand, and sighed: "I just have to find a place to chat with you first... As expected, the interviewer is not an easy person.
My errand... just go to the tea garden over there, I don’t like drinking coffee, what about you?"
"Anything is fine." Zheng Qing followed him suspiciously, always feeling that this well-dressed guy looked like a liar.
"I think you have never been to a wizarding school," Thomas asked Zheng Qing with a straight face as he walked towards the tea garden.
"Wizard school?" Zheng Qing seemed stunned for a moment, and his voice couldn't help but raise a few notes.
"Wizard school? Are you talking about the story in Harry Potter?" A little girl of 12 or 13 years old passing by seemed to have heard Zheng Qing's words, and joined in with a look of enthusiasm: "I am also a haha
My fans, what are you talking about? Magical creatures? Magical Quidditch? A history of Hogwarts? Or The Tales of Beedle the Bard? I have all of them."
Zheng Qing was startled by the sudden voice. He stared at the little girl with a pair of wide glasses on her nose. After a while, he came back to his senses. He laughed twice and shook his head vigorously.
Thomas, who was next to him, looked at the little girl curiously.
With a blush on her face, the little girl muttered a few words in a low voice and jumped away.
***
Zheng Qing closed the cover of his pocket watch. Twelve minutes and thirty-four seconds had passed.
He and Thomas were sitting in a tea garden in the middle of Pingyang Road, and Thomas was sitting opposite him, flipping through a newspaper.
The two of them have been sitting here for twelve minutes and thirty-four seconds, and Thomas has been flipping through his thick and bulging newspaper.
Zheng Qing held the tea cup with both hands, sipping the light green tea, and carefully peeked at the newspaper opposite.
There is a tofu piece of news on the back of the newspaper, with a very eye-catching title: "Um League Committee expresses dissatisfaction with the Blue Castle"
"...At the press conference, Huang Shi, spokesman for the Wizards Union Committee, revealed that during a recent special operation against illegal laboratories, abnormal fluctuations in the dimensions of Dark Blue Castle were detected. As of press time, the Wizards Court's
Justice Sam Marshall has signed a comprehensive search warrant for Dark Blue Castle... The Wizards Alliance reiterated its concern about the dimensional fluctuation experiment and stated that the alliance will continue to strictly review unreported experiments related to 'dimensional convergence'
room……"
I couldn't understand what the newspaper said at all.
Zheng Qing watched in frustration as Thomas put down the newspaper, took out a pen and started writing and drawing.
The two of them just sat quietly, letting time flow by quietly, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
"What are you talking about?" Zheng Qing finally found something to talk about.
"Odds." Thomas did not raise his head and explained while calculating: "The World Cup is already halfway through. Although the Venus team is still in the lead, the Flamingo team has a strong upward momentum. They have taken the lead in three consecutive games.
Wild Monster King. This kind of dark horse hunting team appears every few years. If I can win this time, I can put down these annoying mundane tasks in the past two years and concentrate on preparing for the multi-dimensional space under the conditions of the secret garden.
The magic wave interfered with the experiment."
"Are you talking about gambling?" Zheng Qing looked at him blankly.
Thomas glanced at him and continued to calculate his own odds.
Zheng Qing drank his tea out of boredom, trying to recall the strange things he encountered today, trying to piece together a suitable conclusion.
After a while, seeing Thomas finally put away the newspaper, Zheng Qing quickly said: "I don't quite understand the wizard school mentioned just now."
Thomas lowered his head and looked carefully at the few tea leaves in his cup. Then he frowned, raised his eyes and looked at Zheng Qing opposite him carefully.
Those green eyes made Zheng Qing feel a little familiar.