A violent cough sounded loudly behind Su Shijun and her little maid.
Su Ya turned her head and saw a familiar face.
A few days ago, she had seen this little old man with a sallow face in front of an office door deep in the office building. At that time, he pressed her head with his rough, smoke-filled hands.
Su Ya wrinkled her nose at the sallow-faced wizard in warning, and stretched out her hand to tug at the corner of the young lady's robe.
Su Shijun finally turned around helplessly.
"Although leaving a shadow on the portrait is a relatively advanced magic skill... but for you who have become a great wizard, it shouldn't be difficult." Old Yao stuffed his pipe into his pocket and added with a smile: "Moreover,
I remember that you Qingqiu should have a more subtle method..."
"I just want to know how I could pull off a little bit of your shadow and stuff it into the portrait without your consent." Su Shijun did not hide his malice: "Aunt Ninth is about to have her birthday, I thought it would be a good job.
Gift……"
"Cough cough cough cough..." Lao Yao immediately started coughing again.
After a while, he slowly stopped coughing, looked at the eccentric witch in front of him with a grimace, and lectured: "Hang people on the wall casually? It is not what a lady should do to speak ill of people behind their backs.
Things to do……"
"Being a lady? And then being abandoned by some heartless man?!" Su Shijun raised his head and snorted disdainfully: "Besides... eavesdropping on other people's conversations behind their backs is not what a gentleman would do, right?"
A burst of echoing laughter immediately erupted from the portraits hanging on both sides of the corridor.
Even the old wizards who had just been ridiculed by Su Shijun couldn't help but raise the corners of their mouths.
"Cough cough cough cough..." Old Yao coughed violently again.
"If you have a cough, you should smoke less." Su Shijun curled his lips, glanced at the pipe sticking out of the professor's pocket, and changed his words: "Of course, if you sell me that pipe, you might be able to live a few more years...
…I mean, you might be able to hang it on the wall a few days later.”
Lao Yao immediately reached out and pushed the exposed pipe deeper into his pocket.
"No need to worry." The professor looked at the newly-appointed senators of the Moon Parliament with a straight face, and frowned slightly: "Hmm... these are very interesting glasses, they can actually have their own mental force field that passively interferes with fluctuations... This is
The craftsmanship of the Green family..."
"How could the vulgar gadgets from the Green family get into our young lady's eyes... These glasses are the latest model from Mu Shiniang! They cost hundreds of jade coins!" Su Ya jumped out immediately and retorted loudly, raising her little chin.
The nose is still high.
This kind of rhetoric immediately angered a certain onlooker.
Before Lao Yao could speak, not far away, a portrait hanging on the wall of the corridor shouted: "Why are the things from the Green family so vulgar?! Little girl, you need to explain clearly..."
As he spoke, the bearded old man in the hanging portrait crossed several frames one after another, squeezed into the portrait facing Su Ya, and shouted with spitfire: "...the things from our old Green family have always been exquisite in craftsmanship.
The texture is exquisite, how can it be vulgar?!”
"With rough talk and vulgar behavior... what kind of exquisite alchemical products can you make?" A graceful and luxurious lady sat at the wine table opposite a portrait and said sarcastically without politeness: "... Everyone here, who
I don’t know that our Lady Mu is the ancestor of making these exquisite jewelry... Green? Where did the blacksmith come from!"
After saying that, the noble lady lowered her head and looked at Su Ya with a smile on her face: "Little girl, you have good taste. I will ask the children in the store to give you a discount later..."
The bearded old wizard opposite immediately shouted angrily.
Both parties were entangled with a bunch of idle portraits, and started a verbal battle over whose products were more exquisite and well-crafted, Green's Grocery Store or Mu Shi Niang's.
Professor Yao looked at the noisy and chaotic hanging statues around him, felt a headache, and sighed repeatedly.
Su Shijun took advantage of the chaos, grabbed the little maid, tiptoed, and quietly squeezed in through the crack in the door of classroom 601 next to her.
…
…
When the sound of high heels clacked in the corridor, the students who had been immersed in the wonderful lectures of the Charms class professor were immediately awakened.
Zheng Qing's reaction was quick, but Fatty Xin sat up straighter than him.
"High heel!"
The fat man turned around and gestured with his lips, his eyes widened and his face full of excitement.
This makes the young public-sponsored student quite disdainful - it's not like he's never heard the sound of walking in high heels, right?
But if you listen carefully, the crisp sound of those high heels hitting the ground is like numbing drum beats, which makes people feel itchy. I wonder if the new great wizard uses some strange method when walking.
Magic skills.
It's now past eleven o'clock in the morning.
It's just when the morning class is about to end.
At this time on weekdays, the entire teaching building is in a very quiet environment. The only ones who might make noise are the Headless Horsemen, who will sit obediently at the corner of the stairs and remain motionless before the bell rings.
Therefore, when the unusual noises came from the corridor, the young wizards guessed the owner of the high heels almost at the same time.
Seeing the suppressed commotion in the audience, Professor Yao, standing in front of the blackboard, sighed heavily.
Even if there are individual "students" who can continue to listen, it is obvious that the class efficiency of the entire class has dropped to a very low level.
"I'm going to get some books. Just sit where you are and don't move around." Old Yao knocked on the desk with his fingers, warned, turned around, opened the door and walked out.
As soon as his figure disappeared from the door, the classroom immediately started to boil.
"The goddess is here!!!" Duan Xiaojian screamed in the back row of the classroom, causing chaos and cheers all around.
"Listening to the sound of her walking, my heart almost melts..." Fatty Xin looked intoxicated, holding his heart like a girl.
His statement elicited retching from those around him.
"Cousin, where's your blush! Lend me...and the small mirror, hurry up! My complexion seems a little bad!" Li Meng touched her baby-fat face, yelled, and threw herself into Jiang Yu's arms.
, touching around.
"The mirror is not there!" Jiang Yu screamed and pushed her cousin away.
Of course, Li Meng was not the only student who showed nervousness - Matthew Cullen, who was sitting next to the window, stood up at some point and was meticulously arranging his clothes, adjusting the angle of his cufflinks and belt over and over again.
Location.
"Ahem, everyone be quiet for a moment... remember what the professor said before." Monitor Downton stood up and did his part to maintain order: "... We should leave a good impression on Senator Su, not a messy impression.
.”
What he said is well-founded.
The originally noisy voices in the classroom suddenly subsided a little.
Even so, it did not stop the students from continuing to whisper to each other, pulling out various blank new Dharma books or other strange souvenirs from the drawer, and discussing with each other how to obtain Su Shijun's signature.