Zheng Qing didn't care at all about Fatty Xin's curiosity.
Or rather, I dare not care.
Lao Yao is not the ordinary uncle wearing an apron with a smile on his face in the milk tea shop. He is a big demon, a giant ape demon with three heads and eight arms. The wizarding world's long-term negative publicity about demons makes young wizards tremble.
, the ferocity and violence of the demon army on the battlefield of Black Prison further deepened his impression.
Just like now, standing in the bustling pedestrian street, standing in the sun, surrounded by friends, when Fatty Xin mentioned the word "Old Yao", Zheng Qing still felt as if he was seeing the black man again.
The huge figure like a hill on the prison battlefield, and those indifferent blood-red eyes.
Even though Professor Yao had lost his true form and remained as patient, kind and joking as before in front of Zheng Qing, who knew whether that was a sign of the demon being good at hiding it?
Therefore, the only thing Zheng Qing could do was to stay away from Professor Yao - stay alone in a room with Lao Yao as little as possible, and try not to talk about topics related to him.
After all, he is a top wizard, and recently it has been rumored that he has advanced to legend. It is really risky to talk about topics related to him casually.
Compared with a big demon, Zheng Qing was more willing to discuss the current state of Zhu Si who had just left, or whether the alchemical black sheep under Lin Guo had a bad temper, or what specific things would be discussed at the regular class meeting in the evening.
Today's class meeting is a little special because it is held before the start of school, so it can be said to be the last class meeting of the first school year or the first class meeting of the second school year.
Moreover, not every class holds regular meetings. As far as Zheng Qing knows, at least Dylan's class does not need to hold class meetings.
"Most classes at Starry Sky Academy should not have class meetings today." Xiao Xiao got the news from Zhang Jixin, who in turn found out from his brother. It was very reliable: "I heard they will have a class meeting tonight."
Have a fight of your choice to celebrate returning to school."
"A selective fight?" Zheng Qing chewed on this strange word and took a sip of milk tea. The greasy feeling of the pearls in the milk tea was still unpleasant. He frowned and chewed them randomly, swallowing them in one go.
Go down.
"You just don't need to refer to the points requirements for normal battles. You can challenge anyone, and you will be challenged by anyone." Fatty Xin held a piece of dried meat in his hand and teased the edamame that was meowing in the distance.
He raised his stubby index finger: "But you only have one chance."
Maodou cried "meow" and stared at the dried meat in the fat man's hand. He appeared under the pillar on the left, behind the stone pier in the distance, and in the shadow of Zheng Qing. He was determined not to go up according to the fat man's wishes.
Lick the palm of his hand.
"Isn't this an artificial contradiction?" Zheng Qing shook his head and commented on Starry Sky Academy's evening challenge: "It's really incomprehensible."
Xiao Xiao stared at the ground where the bald wizard once passed out, thoughtfully: "It's normal... We can't understand Xingkong's fist, just like Xingkong can't understand the Alpha bloodline, Xingkong can't understand the faith of Atlas, Xingkong can't understand
Jiuyou's test papers... This is the most essential difference between several colleges."
"What are you looking at?" Zheng Qing bit the straw and couldn't help asking as he watched Xiao Xiao staring at the bluestone slab that had long since returned to its original state.
"Essence." The doctor murmured and replied in a very soft voice: "Who would take the risk of being pursued by the entire First University and being missed by a legendary wizard to kidnap people in Beta Town in broad daylight? This
Is the essence of the matter hatred, hostility, or something deeper?"
Maodou flicked his tail and disappeared from Zheng Qing's eyes. He took the piece of dried meat from the fat man's hand and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. The fat man stared blankly at his empty fingers for a long time and sighed.
"No matter what the nature is, it has nothing to do with us."
He stood up with great effort and stamped his numb soles: "Those are matters that only the Trident Sword, the school working committee, and even the great wizards of the alliance need to be concerned about... We only need to worry about whether Downton will close the door during the evening class meeting.
Our homework.”
"This is the most urgent and realistic issue at the moment."
"After all, we are students, not agents of the Trident Sword."
…
…
Facts have proved that Fatty Xin’s self-understanding is indeed very reasonable.
Before the class meeting started, the students in Astronomy Class 08-1 were in the classroom talking about summer vacation, hunting competitions, career plans and homework, the trial meeting that was about to start tomorrow, and even the war that took place in the Black Prison at the end of last semester.
No one talked about the short but intense kidnapping case that took place on the pedestrian street in the morning.
Of course, it's possible that most people in the class don't know about it yet.
Although the Three-pronged Sword did not require Zheng Qing and others to sign a silence contract, after all, it involved the relatives of the legendary wizard and the dark wizard. Several young people tacitly avoided this matter, but discussed their respective careers like most people.
Whether the format of the planning document is correct and whether the number of words meets the standard.
"Since the professor did not specify a specific word count, we don't need to consider the word limit."
Duan Xiaojian waved his arms and stood in front of Downton, spitting and speaking excitedly: "We just need to list our future plans according to the requirements and our own ideas!"
"That's what I said..."
Tangton held Duan Xiaojian's thin page of mulberry paper with a look of embarrassment on his face.
In comparison, other people's planning books have at least three pages. There are even some people, such as Matthew Cullen, because their life expectancy is relatively long, so their career planning is particularly rich, and they use a full volume of sheepskin.
Paper, with patterns tied with red ribbons on the outside, looks like a scroll that forbids high-level magic.
Duan Xiaojian became more energetic when he saw his appearance: "As the saying goes, 'It's hard to say good things, but hard to do good things'. It's easy to say, but how to do it is more important... What do you think, Brother Qing?"
He turned to look at Zheng Qing, who was standing behind him waiting to hand in his homework, intending to lend a helping hand.
"Um?"
Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment and didn't come back to his senses for a while - no one had called him Brother Qing seriously for a long time, so he didn't react immediately - when he came back to his senses, he immediately nodded repeatedly and agreed: "Yes.
Yes, that’s right, it’s an elective course anyway, so it shouldn’t matter how much you write.”
"Didn't you change your name to 'Brother Scumbag' now?" Li Meng, who was sitting in the first row, was lying on the table and corrected with a smile, completely ignoring Zheng Qing's darkened expression.
Several witches in the front row kept their mouths shut.
The young public-funded student noticed that Jiang Yu was turning around and whispering something to another witch sitting in the second row. He seemed not to hear the gossip behind him, which made him slightly relieved.
"I didn't say it this time!" Behind Zheng Qing, Fatty Xin immediately clarified himself loudly. This only made him look even more hateful.
This chapter has been completed!