"As a publicly funded student, your academic performance must be very good, right." At the beginning of the interview, Ms. Pulitzer first gave a small compliment to the young publicly funded student, and then asked:
"It is said that you got the highest score in the talisman test last semester and wrote all the basic talismans silently. This is something that most registered wizards cannot accomplish... Can you tell everyone where you learned these talismans?
Knowledgeable?”
Zheng Qing gave the reporter a wary look, then slowly spoke, vaguely: "I just learned it from the teacher..."
"But as far as I know, you did not have any middle school study records before entering First University." As if to strengthen her persuasion, Ms. Pulitzer immediately took out a thick stack of information from her handbag and pushed it to
In front of Zheng Qing: "Here is a list of all registered middle schools in the wizarding world, including Hogwarts, Genius Boy, Grow Up, and White Deer Academy. Among them, your name is not included in the list of middle school students who graduated in 2008...
"
Zheng Qing swallowed again.
Are today's reporters working so hard? It's just a small accident investigation in the Silent Forest. Do you need to check the information about your eighteenth generation of ancestors?
"This kind of information is classified as school secret, right?" He glanced at the pile of information and tried to sound friendly: "Does it comply with relevant regulations to bring it out like this?"
"I'm a principled person," Ms. Pulitzer replied succinctly.
The small silver bell hanging on the archway rang wildly.
Zheng Qing glanced at the little bell, then glanced at the reporter opposite, and laughed dryly.
There was a trace of blush on Ms. Pulitzer's face, but her expression did not change much. She still looked at the young publicly funded student firmly.
The scene was very embarrassing for a time.
The late coffee saved the guest who was caught in an unusual atmosphere.
"Hello, you ordered espresso," the elf's shrill voice rang in the ears of the two guests, and then two white porcelain cups flew up from the tray and landed steadily on the flower-shaped paper mat on the table.
This hand alone is much better than most of the waiter elves Zheng Qing has seen - like the group of elves he raised himself, they can carry a kettle dangling, making people feel that those kettles will drop from mid-air at any time.
Smash it down.
"Thank you." Ms. Pulitzer nodded gracefully and dropped a silver dime into the elf's tray. Zheng Qing noticed that the small silver bell hanging on the archway swayed feebly, but made no sound.
"It is our honor to serve you!" The elf in a maid uniform tugged at the hem of her skirt and thanked her in a shrill voice: "If you need any help, please tell me!"
Ms. Pulitzer waved her hand, and the elves immediately disappeared from the table without a trace.
Through this little episode, Zheng Qing also thought about how to answer the reporter's question just now.
"Private school, I am studying in a small private school." Zheng Qing's eyes carefully passed the wooden archway, staring closely at the small silver bell, lest it shake wildly.
It was obvious that when he told the truth, the bell would not move at all.
This made him even more confident. His subsequent answers became more fluent:
"A private school that is not registered with the Education Bureau and has no classrooms. I am the only student... I don't know the teacher's name. I always thought I was studying Taoism... Before taking the exam, I didn't even know There will be so many wizards in this world!"
Everything he said was true.
The small silver bell hanging on the archway next to it did not move at all, which made Ms. Pulitzer very disappointed.
She glanced at the notebook and saw that the pen had stopped recording and was holding a mouthful of ink, hanging in the air, as if waiting for the follow-up conversation.
Ms. Pulitzer did not pause, but continued to ask: "Not long after you entered school, you were awarded the Medal of Merlin by the Wizards' Union. Some sources said that the reason why the Wizards' Union awarded you the medal was related to your teacher... …Are you aware of this matter?”
"Nonsense." Zheng Qing shook his head resolutely - if the other party asked him if he had killed the pig demon, his answer might make the bell dangle, but the other party said that his medal was related to Mr. Wu. In Zheng Qing's opinion, it was really ridiculous.
Ms. Pulitzer frowned.
Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment and said: "I thought you were looking for me to ask about what happened on the Silent River today..."
The implication is that if this is not the case, then I will not accompany you.
Ms. Pulitzer immediately asked: "What happened on Silent River today, can you tell me a little bit about it?"
Zheng Qing immediately breathed a sigh of relief - the reason why he agreed to accept the interview was because he wanted to speak out for himself. Sometimes, the voice of public opinion is more authoritative than the voice of professional investigation.
If public opinion says that he did not kill the evil monster, then even if he did kill the evil monster, the punishment will be reduced a lot as appropriate. It can influence the judiciary, which is one of the sources of the reporter's title of "Uncrowned King".
So, he took the trouble to once again recount what happened on the Silent River today - starting from Linzhong Lake, discovering the frog monster, then fighting back in self-defense, and finally ending with the monster turning into a puddle of mud - the entire During the process, Ms. Pulitzer remained quiet and allowed Zheng Qing to express himself freely. She only focused on dancing with her pen.
"So, it was the descendants of Tsathogya who attacked the ferry boat and turned it into mud under your counterattack." She finally concluded: "The shot you fired was just the last shot that broke the camel's back. A straw...is what it means."
Zheng Qing nodded hurriedly.
The reporter's summary was much better than he expected.
Then he glanced at the small archway next to him. The silver bell hanging on it was still shaking, but it didn't ring after all. This made him feel more relaxed.
Thinking of this, he picked up the porcelain cup and took a sip of the drink inside.
The flavor is rich, worthy of espresso, the young wizard thought, and put the cup back on the paper pad on the table - as expected, he still couldn't get used to the taste.
"Where did your rune gun come from?" Ms. Pulitzer caught a thread in the answer. She flipped through the information at hand, raised her eyelids and looked at the young wizard: "According to the information, you are not a wizard.
Coming from a family, the tuition for school is paid by the school scholarship... Logically speaking, you shouldn't be able to afford a rune gun."
Zheng Qing did not directly answer where he bought the talisman gun, but began to prove his ability to make money to reporters: "You just mentioned that I am very good at learning talismans, so I can make money selling standard talismans. In addition,
At the freshman hunting competition of the school hunting club last semester, the hunting team I formed captured more than half of the prey on the field...these incomes are well documented."