Time passed by in a hurry, and the busy Monday came to an end soon.
Until before going to bed at night, Zheng Qing had not received the tour fee.
Not a penny.
Fatty Xin did not return to the dormitory tonight, maybe he went out with his editor to collect news; Xiao Xiao was sitting at his desk, but the young public-funded student lost his mind when he thought of the series of charges mentioned by the doctor.
The idea of asking for group fare.
As for Dylan, he had been quietly staying in his coffin since noon. Zheng Qing really did not have the courage to lift the lid of the coffin and ask for money from a dead man.
Of course, given that the Knights have not yet been formally established and have not organized any activities, Zheng Qing does not need to consider 'hidden worries' such as balance of payments and deficit in accounts for the time being.
He still has a lot of troubles that need to be solved as soon as possible.
For example, the long dress given to Elena - the gypsy witch has been disappearing recently, and it is difficult for the young public-funded students to find the right time to talk to her;
Another example is the follow-up treatment plan for headaches.
Zheng Qing needs to follow Professor Yi to the office to discuss the matter in detail after class on Tuesday. This is what Lao Yao has arranged before.
But after the divination class on Tuesday, the boys from Astronomy Class 08-1 got together and talked about the upcoming school hunting party - from which hunting team will stand out this year, to who should be the dance partner at the hunting party, and so on.
When can the beautiful Su Shijun, the parliamentary senator in the next month, come to school.
All kinds of gossip and news were flying in the sky, so much so that the young public-funded student was so fascinated by it that he almost forgot about going to Professor Yi's office.
Until Dr. Xiao Da kindly reminded me.
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When Zheng Qing came to Professor Yi's office, the divination professor was standing in the corridor, discussing something with several senior students.
In his hand he held a large handful of tarot cards.
The flying cards rustled like a giant moth dancing a tango. Combined with the dim lighting in the corridor, it created a perfect mysterious atmosphere.
Seeing the young public-funded students, several old students just raised their eyebrows slightly, and then turned their attention to the tarot cards in the professor's hand again.
"I'll tell you a few more questions... You go in first and wait a moment." Professor Yi did not let Zheng Qing listen to the somewhat advanced divination skills. Instead, he opened the door of the office and pushed the young public-funded student in.
Zheng Qing could no longer remember how many times he had been pushed into a strange door.
But he clearly remembered that this was the second time he came to Professor Yi's office.
In Jiuyou College, in addition to the collective lounge in the teaching building, each professor has his own independent office in the office building.
These offices vary in size and decoration according to the needs of these professors.
For example, Lao Yao's office is very simple, with only a huge mahogany bookcase, a mahogany desk, and a few leather chairs. Other than that, it is empty. Professor Emma's office, on the other hand, is like a miniature herb garden, filled with
It is filled with all kinds of bonsai and potted plants, from bergamot to holly, from cacti to bowl flowers, and even the walls of the office are covered with ivy.
Zheng Qing has always felt that Professor Emma's office is more suitable for Professor Li Qihuang.
In contrast, Professor Li Qihuang's office is always filled with a strange smell, pungent like formaldehyde, lightly scented after yeast has been fully fermented, mixed with the smell of rotting grass and a basement that has been closed for a long time.
.I wonder if it is because Professor Li often cooks potions in his office. This makes most students stay away from the office of the Pharmacy Professor.
Professor Yi's office is a little different.
His office is in the shape of a hexagon.
Tall bookshelves extend from the ground to the roof. The bookshelves are filled with densely packed books, thick, thin, leather, paper, hardcover, paperback, all kinds and all-encompassing. Separated from the clean and bright glass bookcase,
It makes people feel a sense of awe involuntarily.
The office floor is covered with light yellow carpet.
The center of the carpet is painted with a black hexagram pattern.
There is a black oval desk in the center of the six-ray array, with two or three high-backed soft leather chairs scattered around it.
The last time he followed Lao Yao, Zheng Qing was so engrossed in the conversation between the two bosses that he didn't look at the office. This time, Professor Yi hadn't come back yet, so Zheng Qing had the opportunity to take a closer look.
Compared with several offices Zheng Qing had seen, the light in Professor Yi's office seemed much dimmer.
Although it was almost noon, it was a crisp autumn day, the sky outside was extremely bright, and the curtains around the professor's office were not closed, the light in the room was still very dim.
Looking through the large floor-to-ceiling windows behind his desk, Zheng Qing could clearly see the bright sky outside. However, the light from outside through the windows seemed to fall into a black hole, not illuminating the inside of the house at all.
It's like pedestrians on the road at night looking at the brightly lit shopping mall through the display window.
Zheng Qing couldn't help but shudder.
Looking up, the roof of the office is like the dome of the first hall. It is completely black, dotted with hundreds of bright points, like stars. These light points flicker slowly, just like the starry sky in the dark night.
Zheng Qing squinted his eyes, raised his hand, and gestured slowly, outlining the outlines of those light spots.
He had a vague feeling of familiarity.
"You are right. This is an astrological sand table, used to simulate the movements of the stars and help deduce the changes in the star charts." A soft and leisurely voice suddenly sounded in Zheng Qing's ears. It seemed that he had guessed what he was thinking, and he was making gestures.
The young man in Star Map was startled.
Zheng Qing turned around.
The owner of this office opened the door at some point and returned to his own world.
And he also brought back another guest.
"Good afternoon, Professor Yi!" The young public-funded student bowed hurriedly, then turned around and bowed again: "Good afternoon, Professor Yao."
Lao Yao bit his pipe and waved to Zheng Qing with a smile. After throwing a stack of documents on the oval desk, he took a high-backed chair next to him and sat down quietly.
After a while, his smooth back was submerged in the puffs of blue smoke again.
"Can you be more civilized in other people's offices?" Professor Yi complained, sneezed, walked behind the desk, and closed the curtains next to the glass window.
The bright world outside the house was completely cut off by the curtains. The office was plunged into thick shadows, with only the light spots above the head flickering weakly.
"Public morality is a good thing... If you really feel uncomfortable, why don't you open the window?" Old Yao muttered, puffing on his pipe. The red-hot tobacco shone in the dim office.
Like the glow of the midnight sky.
Zheng Qing stood with his hands down, looking at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, trying to reduce his sense of existence.
Professor Yi did not continue to argue with Lao Yao, but sat on his large chair and silently opened the pile of documents that Professor Yao had just placed on the table.
For a moment, the office fell into a strange silence.
This chapter has been completed!