"The most subtle part of divination is the guessing of people's hearts."
"Any slight change in a person's thoughts will cause huge and different consequences after being transmitted to several levels... This is the variable, which is the most fascinating part of divination, and it is what every fortune teller strives to answer.
Confuse."
"If time is the most powerful and authoritative manifestation of magic, then the human heart is the most mysterious and subtle part of magic."
On the podium, Professor Yi burned a bunch of dead leaves with a small fire and asked everyone to record in detail the state and thickness of the rising smoke. At the same time, he used a singing aria to describe the divination magic in his eyes to the freshmen present.
In the past, short sentences like chicken soup were Zheng Qing's favorite.
He would always take the trouble to excerpt the sentences said by the professors and record them on the title page of the textbook, the folder page of the notebook, and even some blank bookmark pages.
But today, he did not have this spirit.
Because of the insomnia last night, the young public-funded student was now drowsy. The soft voice of the professor on the podium seemed to be floating from the distant horizon, like a dream, making it difficult to distinguish the truth from the false.
His eyelids were so heavy, as if someone had applied a thick layer of glue on them. Every time he forced his eyelids to open, they would always close again under the sticky glue.
In a daze, Zheng Qing couldn't help but put his hands behind his ears, trying to catch a few unwarranted sleepers.
Of course, he didn't catch anything except his ears being scratched.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
There seemed to be a faint knocking on the door in the distance.
Could it be that he was in a dream? The young public-funded student asked himself in his heart.
It must be. He immediately answered himself like this - you know, it is class time now. Especially for courses like divination that pay great attention to privacy and safety, the requirements for the teaching environment are even stricter.
Very few people would open their eyes and come to disturb the professors while they were in class.
You know, the professors at First University are almost all senior registered wizards, and there are even some great wizards! Making them angry is not something that can be done by just blowing your beard and staring.
Zheng Qing was asking and answering questions in a hazy state, running through all kinds of messy thoughts in his mind like a whirlwind, so that he didn't notice the slight commotion in the surrounding atmosphere.
Outside the awareness of the public-funded students, in Classroom 1001, East Annex, the students of Astronomy Class 08-1, who were taking a divination class, did not respond to the 'dong-dong-dong' knocks as much as their public-funded students.
Suspect.
Because that's the truth.
There was indeed someone standing outside the classroom, knocking on the door.
The tiny flames on the dead leaves in Professor Yi's hand swayed slightly and almost went out. The rising smoke also shook violently with the swaying flames.
The professor snorted dissatisfiedly and threw the discarded leaves into the trash can nearby.
The elves in work clothes who were originally sitting on the edge of the blackboard immediately rushed up with wet rags and used all their skills to completely wipe out the smoking dead leaves in the bucket.
The classroom was quiet, with everyone's eyes lingering on the classroom door and the professor's face. Only the sound of the elves putting out the fireworks echoed in everyone's ears.
Professor Yi frowned and turned the corners of his mouth slightly downward, looking a little unhappy.
But he still maintained his demeanor very well.
"Open the door." The professor of the divination class ordered softly.
"Your order!" The little stick figure behind the door raised an arm drawn with thin lines, saluted, and stood at attention - compared with the little stick figure behind the door of classroom 601 in the east of the teaching building, this figure is
The days when I could just draw little people were obviously a little happier.
Because the author named MAY casually sketched a dog in the blank space of the drawing paper.
Although there is no mouth drawn, so the dog cannot bark, it is obviously much more comforting to have a playmate than to be alone on the drawing paper.
The classroom door opened slowly with a creaking noise.
A young witch with a straight face, wearing a long black dress and a white ruffled apron stood at the door.
"Excuse me, professor." The young witch bowed solemnly, but said to the professor firmly: "Excuse me, is Zheng Qing in this classroom?"
The classroom continued to be silent.
But with a slight huffing sound, all the students' eyes involuntarily turned to the back row of the classroom and looked at the young government-funded student sitting in the corner.
…
When he was a child, Zheng Qing had many unrealistic daydreams.
For example, while sitting in class, he once imagined that the class beauty named Huanhuan in the next class would knock on the classroom door and come to him in front of everyone with her clear and mellow voice like a lark to tell him something personal - he
He had fantasized about everyone's reactions many times: shock, envy, jealousy, curiosity, etc. Any kind of strange look would satisfy him in his fantasy.
This kind of daydream is similar to Cinderella's dream that the prince will ride on five-color auspicious clouds to marry her. Although the subject is slightly different, the nature is the same.
But a dream is still a dream.
Throughout her entire elementary and middle school years, that girl never knocked on anyone in the classroom where he was. Even when she saw him on the street, she would lower her head and leave quickly, let alone say anything in public.
When he reached adulthood, he should have passed the age of dreaming, but he involuntarily entered a more dreamy world, so that those small thoughts from a long time ago were unknowingly buried deep in his memory.
When there was a knock on the door of the classroom, perhaps because of the blessing in his soul, Zheng Qing unknowingly remembered the daydreams he had had when he was a child.
It wasn't until Xiao Xiao, who was standing next to him, poked him awake with a brush, that the young public-funded student raised his head in a daze, still feeling a strange sense of absurdity deep in his heart.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for classmate Zheng Qing." The young witch stood at the door of the classroom and repeated her request.
After Professor Yi saw the witch's attire, his original dissatisfied expression immediately disappeared. Instead, he raised his eyebrows with a somewhat surprised expression.
"What's the matter?" The professor tilted his head and sounded very gentle.
"There are some personal matters that need to be communicated with classmate Zheng Qing." The witch answered politely, but everyone in the classroom could feel a hint of suppressed anger in her tone.
Zheng Qing rubbed his sore eyelids and pinched himself quietly.
The clear feeling of swelling and pain told him that this was not a dream.
He couldn't help but gasp.
"Tsk, tsk," Fatty Xin, who was sitting in the row in front of him, turned around, with an expression of pity or jealousy on his face, and hummed in a gloating tone: "What should I do...Brother Qing, come along?"
…Your incident has happened!”
"What's the matter with me!" the public-funded student muttered, still confused.
"What else can happen? You make people's belly fat, and then give up in the end..."
Zheng Qing immediately widened his eyes: "Wucao! Fatty, I'm warning you, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense..."
Before he finished speaking, Professor Yi waved to him on the podium.
The young public-sponsored student had no choice but to fill his stomach with all the words he had prepared to argue with the fat man.
"Classmate Zheng Qing? Classmate Zheng Qing... someone is looking for you." The professor looked at him with a smile: "Just in time, take the opportunity to go out and get some fresh air. Don't sleep in the classroom. The air in the classroom is not circulated, which is not good for your health...
I’ll talk to you about the rest of today’s lessons during tutoring in the evening.”
Zheng Qing smiled awkwardly, his ears a little red.
As a good student, being caught sleeping in class is not a glorious thing after all.
Fortunately, he was able to escape this embarrassing atmosphere now - he followed the young witch out of the classroom with full of doubts and curious eyes on his back.