Chapter one hundred and seventy-first verbal punishment
When the get out of class bell rang, the students had not yet fully woken up from the shock.
There were applause, cheers, the sound of slapping the table and kicking the floor, hoarse roars, and some crackling sounds caused by spells. The atmosphere in the classroom was once very chaotic.
The elves in gray uniforms were frightened by the violent behavior of these young wizards and flew around. Some hid at the top of the curtains, some hid behind the overhead chandeliers, and some simply opened the cupboards at the back of the classroom, trembling with fear.
Hiding in the cracks of those heavy books.
Downton and several Alpha Academy students worked hard to drive these young people with burning souls of gossip out of the classroom.
Only Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao were left in the classroom who had not yet evacuated.
"You guys, watch him." Before closing the classroom door and leaving, Downton stuck his head into the classroom and warned: "After a few minutes, wait until the corridor is clearer before leaving... Watch him closely, don't let him go again.
What a stupid thing to do!"
After saying that, the squad leader of Tang University slammed the classroom door hard.
Through the thick classroom walls, one could still faintly hear the voices of some students wishing to see the doctor outside the door, as well as the hoarse expulsion sounds of the Tang Dynasty monitor.
A few elves bravely poked their heads out from behind the curtains to find out what was going on.
Then they discovered that there was someone else in the classroom, so they immediately shrieked and quickly shrank back.
Xiao Xiao sat quietly in his seat, his body straight and his thick notebook spread out in his hand.
"Actually, this thing is not particularly stupid." Zhang Jixin suddenly laughed: "At least because of his trouble, Mr. Sima didn't leave any homework for us in this class."
Several other boys suddenly laughed softly.
Only Fatty Xin still kept a straight face.
"I'm very disappointed!" The fat man stretched out the stubby index finger of his right hand, shook it vigorously in the air, and said in a voice that was almost gritting his teeth: "Very, very, disappointed!"
No one asked why.
Everyone knew why he was disappointed.
"Doctor Xiao..." Zheng Qing said in a long voice, massaging Xiao Xiao's shoulders in a very friendly manner: "Don't you think... you should say something to us?"
"You actually did this behind our backs!" Fatty Xin paced back and forth in front of Xiao Xiao with his hands behind his back, waving his hands vigorously, and shouted angrily: "It's so disappointing... You can definitely follow
We discussed it."
"What are we discussing?" Zhang Jixin tilted his head and clicked his fingers: "Should we discuss holding Dharma books and praying in unison while he confesses his love? Or should we discuss inviting a bunch of Cupids and elves to the classroom?
Throw flowers!"
"There's not a single word in his notebook!" Zheng Qing looked over Xiao Xiao's shoulder and said in surprise: "I always thought that his notebook was densely packed with notes. []"
"The point!" Fatty Xin exclaimed bitterly: "Is this the point? Is now the time to care about whether there are any words in his notebook? Our squad leader, squad leader Tang, is still outside the classroom to protect him from those unnecessary disasters. Now
Is it time to care about whether there are notes in his notebook?"
In the corridor outside the classroom, Downton's voice can still be faintly heard.
Zheng Qing shook his head decisively.
"Let me tell you," Duan Xiaojian walked around the classroom a few times, suddenly came over and grumbled: "Do we need to watch him so closely? We have already confessed our feelings to him in class... He
What other stupid things can you do?"
"Have you ever thought that he would do this?" Fatty Xin squinted his eyes and sighed.
Duan Xiaojian was stunned and quickly shook his head.
"So," Fatty emphasized: "Why do you think he won't do something...even more stupid in the future!"
"He won't go to Dongtaoyuan and break into the professors' monastery." Zheng Qing smiled dryly and turned to look at Xiao Xiao: "You can't do that, right?"
Xiao Xiao still sat quietly in his seat without making a sound.
However, he took out a quill from nowhere and was writing something quickly on the blank notebook with ink.
After the dark ink fell on the notebook, it quickly penetrated into the paper without leaving a trace of ink.
Brand new, smooth and clean, like a new notebook that has just been opened.
Because the tip of his pen moved so fast, Zheng Qing did not understand what he was writing.
"This book is really interesting." The young public-funded student glanced at the rapidly sliding quill and muttered, completely forgetting the question he just asked.
"Are you a goldfish?" Fatty Xin hated the fact that iron is not as strong as steel. He patted Zheng Qing hard on the shoulder: "Have you forgotten what I just said?"
"Ah?" Zheng Qing turned around with a confused look on his face, and then quickly woke up: "There's something wrong with his notebook!"
"We all know there is something wrong with his notebook," Fatty Xin squeezed Zheng Qing away, put his chubby arms around Xiao Xiao's head, clasped Xiao Xiao's notebook hard with his fingers, and said angrily: "Just like this master.
...all have problems!”
"I only knew that Dr. Xiao was a knowledgeable person, but I didn't know that his hobbies were also so wide-ranging." Duan Xiaojian praised in a voice that was extremely disgusting: "You are truly worthy of being the 'Doctor' that everyone expects you to be!"
""Photography" says, 'The walking is as light and thin as flames, and the slanted eyes are cheap and silver.'" Zhang Jixin jumped on the table at some point and was sitting cross-legged in a serious manner, quickly flipping through the photo book in his hand.
He spoke eloquently: "Look at Dr. Xiao Da's appearance. His face is very fiery, his eyes are slightly curved at the end, his pupils are often squinting upward, his eyes are misty, and he looks like a frivolous libertine!"
"I think the fire on your face is much stronger than that of the doctor." Zheng Qing looked at Zhang Jixin's red face and couldn't help but complain.
"This is blood energy!" Zhang Jixin's face turned red and his neck was thick, and his breathing became much louder: "Blood energy, do you understand? The blood surges up and the energy is high...it is far different from the peach blossoms on his face!"
"I just said that this morning he changed his belt, put on makeup, and spent an hour in front of the full-length mirror." Fatty Xin suddenly beat his chest next to him, as if he suddenly realized: "So it's because of this... If it had been earlier
Let’s talk about it, even though I don’t know much about magic, I can still get a few handfuls of roses from the flower bed.”
As he spoke, the noise outside the classroom gradually became muffled and eventually disappeared into inaudibility.
Zheng Qing took out his pocket watch from his pocket and saw that half an hour had passed.
Because there was Lao Yao's philosophy class in the afternoon, he called everyone to leave.
The elves came out of every corner of the classroom and flew happily in the air to celebrate the departure of these irritable young wizards.
The simple figure on the white paper behind the door shouted feebly, 'Retreat... toward...'