Zheng Qing doesn't remember how he went back to the classroom.
He walked through the empty school, passed through the calm Linzhong Lake, and walked through the quiet tree-shaded road. The fishman who floated out of the water greeted him, but Zheng Qing didn't hear it at all. The naughty squirrel on the branch hit his head with acorns, and did not cause the male witch to scold him. Even the passing flower-skinned puppy caressed on the ground where he passed by, and Zheng Qing stepped on it without any notice.
His mind was blank.
I didn't dare to recall the words Su Shijun said in his ear.
Because just thinking about it, your thoughts will not be able to help but spread, your mind will be unable to control it, your mind will be galloping, and countless hot and beautiful scenes come one after another, easily destroying his few remaining reason.
——Do you want to know what real, unpublic rewards are?
The small, hot, fragrant sound echoed in his ear again. Zheng Qing couldn't help but shake his head hard, trying to forget this sentence, and murmured unconsciously:
"If this is a punishment... I will definitely keep making mistakes afterwards."
A tree sperm that was sleeping again was awakened by the indescribable stench. He poked his head out of the bush, pinched his nose, and looked suspiciously at the guy who was stepping on shit and talking to himself by himself, and spitted at him angrily.
——Real, unpublic…
Even the meditation mantra could not stop some words from repeating in his ears. For a moment, Zheng Qing felt that he could finally understand why the cultists were always so manic. The whispers like evil gods could drive anyone crazy.
No wonder people have always been so vigilant about vixen.
The ancients did not deceive me.
This trance was not broken by Lao Yao's chalk head until he stood at the door of the classroom.
"Cleaning your shoes and entering my classroom."
The curse class professor was writing a spell on the blackboard at that time. When he saw the boy appearing at the door, he threw the chalk head out of his hand and smashed it on the boy's head, preventing him from entering the door immediately.
Zheng Qing lowered his head in confusion, looked at the "black mud" on his feet, and smelled the faint smell. The heat on his face suddenly disappeared and became a little pale.
"...In the ancient wilderness era, many tribe priests tried to harm or destroy their opponents by destroying or destroying their opponent's idols. They believed that their opponents would suffer similar damage while their idols were traumatized and died while their idols were destroyed... This is the earliest prototype of the concept of the "Law of Contact" and the basic principle of the operation of many modern magic. This principle is summarized in one sentence: 'Once objects contact each other, after interrupting the contact of entities, they will continue to interact at a long distance...'"
In the classroom, Lao Yao's voice rang out on the podium, and there were rustling sounds of taking notes below the stage.
If Zheng Qing had been copying the version of the book on weekdays, his eyes would have been dazzled.
But now, he could only concentrate on dealing with the shit stuck to the soles of his shoes at the door - magic cannot clean up the shit that wizards cannot see, so he must observe carefully to ensure that every corner of the shoes is cleaned up.
Shit.
When Zheng Qing thought of this word, he immediately thought of luck, the night when he picked up Su Shijun, the birth of Bosedong, the "unpublic reward" just now, and then he couldn't help but start thinking about when his second child was born, whose surname should he take, and what name to give him - since the boss is called Bosedong, then it should be very appropriate for the second child to be called Hades.
The sickle raised by the god of death seemed like a ray of light, passing through the witch's mind, making him wake up a lot in an instant.
He raised his hand and slapped himself gently.
Stand up.
The shoes have been cleaned up, and this time Lao Yao did not stop him from entering the classroom.
Jiang Yu, who was sitting in the first row, looked at the boy with concern. His clear eyes suddenly made Zheng Qing feel very ashamed, and he subconsciously touched his cheek that had just been kissed and beaten.
The enthusiasm on his fingertips told him that he still had a little shame.
"Is it very hot outside?" Xiao Xiao looked at the young public student who fled back to his seat in a hurry, and curiously held up his glasses.
"What?"
Zheng Qing had not yet come back to his senses from many intertwined emotions such as horror, shame, chaos, etc. Hearing this, he turned his head blankly to look at his deskmate, not understanding why.
"Why is your face so red?" Xiao Xiao turned the brush holder in his hand.
Zheng Qing was silent for a few seconds.
"...refreshing?" He replied in a low voice, vaguely remembering that he had used such words before.
"Why is it white again?"
"Anti-cold-coated wax." This time, Zheng Qing's answer was very smooth.
"Haha," Xiao Xiao sneered twice, frowned: "If you don't want to answer, don't answer... Why do I feel like I've heard you say such nonsense before?"
"Oh, what haha." Zheng Qing smiled dryly, with some guilt, and looked away, but saw the red robes belonging to students from Jiuyou Academy in the classroom.
Then his thoughts lost control again.
As soon as he saw the red robe, he immediately thought of the red glasses, the red lips, and naturally, the phoenix crown and the red robe all over the ground, the red candle tent warm, and the red waves were turned red - the young wizard's mind was only full of imagination in this matter.
Tick.
Tick, tick.
"Who is bleeding from the nose, should you go outside and calm down?" A chalk head flew from the podium and hit Zheng Qing's forehead accurately, awakening the trance-witch.
Lao Yao bit his pipe, held the lecture notes in one hand, and looked at him with a smile: "Just go to class honestly, don't think about it or cause trouble for yourself."
The others in the classroom turned their heads in unison and looked in the direction where the chalk head flew away. The sneaky eyes flashed with whispering sounds, reminding people of the stinky flies.
Zheng Qing raised his hand in a daze and touched his nose. His fingers were a little hot. He realized that he had a nosebleed. He quickly pinched his nose and raised his head. Fatty Xin in the front row turned around enthusiastically and handed the male witch an ice pack, his face full of gossip and desire.
Zheng Qing decisively turned his head and looked out the window.
Two thrushes were standing on the windowsill, combing each other's feathers, and their melodious voices seemed to be heard through the glass.
The sun is shining and the spring is bright, it is such a vibrant season.
Chapter completed!