September 12th, the Xinyou month of the lunar calendar, Yimao day, is the 13th day of the eighth month.【】
Avoid visiting patients and do not do anything else.
It's appropriate, don't do anything else.
Don't do anything else, that is, don't do anything else.
Therefore, according to the old almanac, I should do nothing today and just sleep with my pillow in my arms.
But for many students at First University, compared to the lofty and invisible almanac taboos, the professors standing on the podium are obviously more intimidating.
After all, today is Friday, and the school has a full day of teaching planned.
For example, Astronomy Class 08-1 has an alchemy class in the morning and a combat class in the afternoon. The entire day has been planned in advance.
In the morning, Zheng Qing stood outside the cafeteria door, facing the sun, spreading his palms and weighing his palms.
It's a perfect autumn day, and the sun is a bit lighter than usual.
The mood of the cafeteria aunt seemed to have become much happier because of the refreshing sun. When she served Zheng Qing, she didn't even weigh the spoon twice, and the portion was generous.
This made Zheng Qing very satisfied.
Especially when he saw Fatty Xin eating food not far away, this feeling of pleasure became even stronger.
"Aren't you planning to skip the alchemy class today?" He sat down at the dining table with a plate in his hand, and asked with a smile on his face: "Why, you changed your mind?"
Fatty Xin was originally lying on the table, licking the chicken and mushroom soup on a plate. Hearing this, he sat up straight, smacked his lips, and sighed: "I originally made an appointment with some seniors to get together, but under the current situation,
It’s better not to embarrass anyone.”
"You know how embarrassing it is." Xiao Xiao, who was sitting aside, glanced at his eating appearance and hummed expressionlessly: "Don't eat like the Tongue-Hand Clan."
Although he doesn't have much common sense, Zheng Qing has heard of the name of the Tongue-Hand Clan.
Like the multi-armed people, they also belong to an alien race and have a large embassy in the west area of Beta Town.
Individuals of this clan have long and flexible tongues, are good at magic spells, and have many words.
But it is precisely because they use their tongues as their hands when eating, and their table manners are very poor. They often eat with soup stains on their faces and messy cups and plates. They are disliked by many races that claim to be elegant.
So much so that "eating like a Glossary" is a sign of impoliteness and lack of education in the wizarding world.
"Why don't you feed me if you don't eat like this?" Fatty Xin was furious when he heard this.
"Who said you were handicapped?" Xiao Xiao lowered his eyelids, holding a small bowl and a small spoon, slowly stirring the soup inside.
"Humph!" Fatty Xin suddenly had nothing to say, so he had to vent his anger on the food, licking the plate hard and making sounds of "baha" and "baha".
Zheng Qing looked at him with some pity, but he could only take a bite of the steamed bun silently.【】
There were so many flowers and plants that he didn't move, but he moved the bowl of flowers.
Sure enough, there must be something hateful about poor people.
Although Uncle Stendhal said that the bowl flower was not mature yet, the effect that lasted for more than a week was terrifying.
This means that in the next week, Fatty Xin will be licking his plate like he is now.
Do you want to find an excuse to stay away from this guy? Zheng Qing smiled at a girl not far away who was looking at him curiously, and sighed in annoyance.
"Eat quickly. It is said that Professor Tesla will come to class this time." After swallowing a mouthful of soup gracefully, Xiao Xiao wiped the corners of his mouth with a piece of bread and reminded Zheng Qing: "That old man is very fierce."
"Eh? I thought he would only meet us at the end of the semester." Zheng Qing was slightly surprised.
"He's coming to class?" Fatty Xin stared at the watermelon head in front of him with his eyes wide open, completely ignoring the dripping soup dripping from the corner of his mouth, and said angrily: "Why didn't you tell me earlier! Didn't you know that earlier?
!If I didn’t go to class today and was caught by that old man, I would definitely want you to look good.”
"Why do you want me to look good if you skip class?" Xiao Xiao sneered at the threat.
"Calm down, calm down." Zheng Qing made peace between the two, and said to Xin with a smile: "You are not absent, aren't you? It is said that there is God's will in the dark, that's all."
"That old man." Fatty Xin looked better after hearing this, but he still muttered for a while before burying his head in the plate again and chirping loudly.
Professor Tesla was their teacher who taught them alchemy.
However, according to the seniors of the school, this professor of Atlas College is very busy with work on weekdays, so he often entrusts his assistants and graduate students to teach lower-level students.
Therefore, since meeting this old gentleman in the last class, which was the first class, Zheng Qing was already prepared to see a new lecturer in this class.
But when they arrived at the classroom, they were surprised to find Professor Tesla already sitting behind the desk.
This behavior was unusual.
Even other professors who attend classes on time will not enter the classroom before the bell rings.
However, this kind of abnormal thing happened to Professor Tesla, which is barely acceptable.
Because this old gentleman is a fanatical member of the Scientology sect and has an extremely disdain for authority or tradition. This is reflected in his daily attire. He does not wear the black robe prescribed by the school like other professors, but wears a sloppy set of clothes all day long.
White coats appear all over campus.
At this moment, the professor was as usual, wearing a pair of huge black-rimmed glasses under his messy hair and looking unkempt. He was holding the heavy Dharma book with a metal shell in his hand and was lecturing impatiently.
table.
"Boom, boom, boom."
Every student who entered the classroom felt the tense atmosphere in the air. They ran into their seats in panic, silently took out their Dharma books, spread them out on the table, and waited for the old gentleman on the podium to speak.
Alchemy is a general course and a required course for the whole school.
It's just that this course is too profound and complicated, and many of the theories are too vague. Except for graduate students who specialize in this field, no one will pay attention to whether Schrödinger had a cat.
Therefore, in the school's teaching plan, the content of the alchemy courses for lower grades will only briefly involve some content on the development and innovation of modern alchemy.
Therefore, just like the philosophy of wizards, the school does not assign unified teaching materials to students in this course. The curriculum and examination content are basically determined by the professor's lecture notes.
In the last class, this old gentleman didn't care at all whether everyone was a freshman, and directly gave a lecture on "The Probability Problem of Normal Distribution of Time in Multi-dimensional Space" in the first class of freshmen.
Throughout the class, Zheng Qing listened to the Book of Heaven.
To put it simply, he knew the meaning of every word, but he couldn't understand everything the professor said.
Except for Matthew and Jiang Yu who could barely ask a few questions to the old professor, everyone else was almost at a loss.
The only result of this lesson was to completely shatter Zheng Qing's delusion of learning alchemy techniques such as turning stone into gold, and then returning to Bai Ding's world to live a happy life.
This chapter has been completed!