The sun at noon is a bit dazzling.
The warm sunlight shines through the tall glass windows, casting a blur of white spots in the classroom. These spots tremble slightly as the breeze blows through the windows, like pieces of transparent jelly, which is mouth-watering.
Lao Yao grabbed a dark pipe and leaned against the window. The light blue smoke twisted and swirled in the sunlight, and his smooth and shiny back was looming in the curling smoke.
He faced the podium diagonally, his eyelids drooped, and his originally small eyes were almost narrowed to a slit, making people feel like he was dozing off.
Of course, this is an illusion.
After each new student introduced himself, Mr. Yao would smoke his pipe, flip through the roster, and name the next person to take the stage.
He was named after his college entrance examination results.
This is easy to judge.
Under the guidance of the first few freshmen, subsequent newcomers will add their college entrance examination scores at the end of their self-introduction.
These results are like business cards of different colors, received by pairs of scrutinizing eyes, put away, and stuffed into different compartments of the wallet.
Zheng Qing tilted his head, looking at the podium without focus, twisting the mouth of the gray cloth bag with his fingers.
Will Jiang Yu send him an application form for a duel after class?
Do you want to run away after the bell rings?
His brain was bubbling.
If you fight with a girl, you will be laughed to death if you talk about it.
If he wins, he has nothing to show off and will even be looked down upon by others; if he loses, Zheng Qing believes that many people will give him a piece of tofu.
Maybe wherever you go you will be pointed at and whispered about:
Look, that boy is fighting with a girl!
Zheng Qing rubbed his face and sighed.
Only a fool would do this kind of business, in which you lose money whether you win or lose.
He turned his gaze to the tall figure in the first row, thinking about whether there was a more elegant way to abstain.
Jiang Yu was sitting on the seat, with her long black hair falling smoothly behind her. She turned her face sideways, revealing her pretty nose, light red lips, and a short section of her neck as white as jade.
She looks quite pretty, but why is she so grumpy?
Zheng Qing looked at the back in trance.
Her college entrance examination score was 475, which was only five points lower than hers. She ranked third among freshmen, what else could she be dissatisfied with!
There was a burst of laughter in the classroom, waking up the distracted peepers.
He raised his head in panic.
It turned out that a new student was too nervous and turned smoothly when he came on stage, causing the whole class to burst into laughter.
Not far away, Xiao Xiao glanced at Zheng Qing suspiciously.
Zheng Qing swallowed, blinked, and asked in a low voice: "Why hasn't it come to you yet?"
Xiao Xiao pointed to his ears, indicating that he didn't hear clearly.
He sat on the innermost side of the row of seats, and Zheng Qing sat on the outermost side. There were four or five empty seats between them.
"Ahem." Old Yao coughed softly from the podium.
Zheng Qing quickly sat up straight.
Lao Yao's face was hidden in the swirling light blue smoke, and his expression could not be seen clearly. Only a faint smile could be seen at the corner of his mouth, and the pipe was shaking slightly as his head shook.
There was a rustling sound in my ears.
Zheng Qing looked at the skinny boy named Duan Xiaojian on the podium, and his mind started spinning rapidly.
A dozen freshmen have already introduced themselves on it, but Lao Yao has never called Xiao Xiao by his name. According to Zheng Qing's guess about this living dictionary, his wizard college entrance examination score should not be so low.
Before Xiao Xiao denied it, Zheng Qing had always thought that he was the legendary number one publicly funded student.
A small thing bumped his arm, interrupting his guess.
Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.
It's a paper turtle.
The dark gray horizontal lines and footnotes on the notebook paper can also be clearly seen on the turtle's back.
The paper turtle stretched its neck and slowly turned over, revealing its smooth belly. There was a big question mark written on it with a brush.
Zheng Qing held back his smile and glanced at Xiao Xiao.
The watermelon-headed boy adjusted his glasses, sat upright, and looked at the podium with a solemn expression.
"What's your college entrance examination score?"
Zheng Qing took apart the paper turtle and wrote his own questions on it, then hesitated.
He can't make origami turtles.
But he can break frogs.
A few seconds later, a paper frog swayed along the desk and crawled toward Xiao Xiao. The crawling movement was exactly the same as the paper turtle.
Soon the paper turtle crawled back to Zheng Qing again.
"0."
Zheng Qing's eyes widened and he hesitated for a few minutes while licking his brush, letting the frog crawl toward Xiao Xiao with a string of question marks.
"I am a special admissions student and have never taken the Wizarding College Entrance Examination, so I have no results."
The paper turtle was kneaded in Zheng Qing's hands, spread out, and folded into neat squares.
Then he reopened the paper, spread it out again, and folded it again.
He had many questions to ask Xiao Xiao, but he didn't know where to start.
Fatty Xin in the front row opened his narrow desk, stood up, and walked towards the podium with his fat butt swaying.
Zheng Qing retracted his thoughts and followed the boys in applauding enthusiastically.
Beside the window, Lao Yao nodded slightly, indicating that Fatty Xin could start.
"My name is Xin Banner Schmidt-Bayer, I come from Worms on the Rhine, you can just call me Xin. I don't keep pets, I like food, and I am good at finding the most unique delicacies in every new place.
"
The fat man scratched his short hair. A stream of flying debris flew up in the sunlight, which was extremely conspicuous.
A few girls in the front row waved their hands in disgust.
Zheng Qing covered his face and couldn't bear to look directly.
The fat man didn't notice at all. Instead, he waved his fist in an excited tone and shouted loudly: "My ideal is to become a great wizard! So I hope to obtain the certificate of registered wizard in four years!"
"Everyone is my overseer!"
"Here is my promise!"
After saying that, he strode off the podium and walked to his seats in an unusually cool manner.
There was hesitant and sparse applause in the classroom.
And soon, the applause stopped again.
Because Fatty Xin, who had just stepped off the podium, trotted away and returned behind the podium again.
He added coyly:
"My college entrance examination score is 410 points. Oh, by the way, I am a Big Blue. I hope to become good friends with everyone, thank you!"
Zheng Qing didn't pay attention to Fatty Xin's last performance.
He just realized a new problem and sent Xiao Xiao a crawling frog again:
"Are wizards also divided into levels?"
This time, Xiao Xiao's reply was a little slow.
It wasn't until another freshman came down from the podium that the paper turtle crawled into Zheng Qing's hands with limp steps.
After taking the turtle apart, a large paragraph of text appeared in front of Zheng Qing:
"Of course wizards have hierarchical distinctions. As long as consciousness exists, there must be such distinctions."
"Across the world, wizards have various professions or identities. For example, monks, priests, ninjas, black warriors, etc. Each profession has its own unique level division."
"But for the Wizards Alliance, wizards are generally divided into three levels: wizard, registered wizard, and grand wizard."
The handwriting of this reply is a bit small and sloppy, and Zheng Qing needs to work hard to read it clearly.
This chapter has been completed!