When the familiar dizziness came, Zheng Qing felt a strong sense of déjà vu.
After standing firmly, he shook his head hard and tried to concentrate quickly. A slightly pungent smoke choked and sneezed twice, helping him speed up the process of awakening.
After coming to his senses, he found himself standing in front of a huge mahogany bookcase. Behind the tall glass window were thick magic books neatly placed. A row of baby fists and shriveled demon skulls seemed to be waiting for inspection, listed in front of those magic books.
Their grim grinned faces deeply attracted the young wizard - their happy smiles were all similar, and their hideous faces were all different - this sentence suddenly appeared in his heart.
"That's the spoils of the Black Prison. If you are interested, you can take one or two." The slightly low voice of the dean of Jiuyou Academy came from behind.
Zheng Qing turned around quickly.
"Good evening, professor, you arrest me... Is there anything wrong with me?" He asked politely, but he complained in his heart, guessing that this old man's method was too simple and crude, so why can't he wait until the exam is over if there is something to ask.
"Can't you talk to you if you're fine?"
The professor who corrected the test papers behind the desk chuckled and reminded half-jokingly: "By the way, next time before you curse in your heart, remember to add a few more foggy heart locks... Not every legend has my good temper. Just like Ms. Shi Hui, I remember that one time someone called her a little girl in front of her, and was directly chopped into a human pig... Well, maybe because that guy was a degenerate wizard."
The young public-paid student swallowed quietly.
"Can you hear my heart?" He smiled weakly.
“How fresh it is.”
The dean of Jiuyou Academy raised his eyelids and glanced at him. The pipe biting beside his mouth trembled twice: "For legends, there are many things that can only be thought about or not, and there is no way. You can't always put your confidence on others' compliance with the rules... Of course, I am still very disciplined in general, but you are too close to me, and the little thoughts that beating in my mind are as clearly visible as fish swimming in Linzhong Lake."
Zheng Qing did not say anything, but silently threw a large number of soul defense magic in his heart.
The professor nodded in appreciation and put down the quill in his hand.
"By the way... why did you think of a crow just now?" He leaned back in a high-back chair, crossed his hands and placed them on his chest, looking at the young public-funded student for leisure, with just the right curiosity in his eyes.
Zheng Qing touched his nose and answered honestly: "Because our dormitory just happened to be discussing the crow, and then you caught me... During the potion examination in the afternoon, wasn't there a lot of noise outside the school? I heard that there was an accident in an illegal laboratory... It is said that the laboratory has something to do with the crow."
"I heard that, it is said that hey, rumors are always the fastest in the school." The professor twitched, as if he expressed dissatisfaction with the poor rumor environment of the school.
He also has reason to express his dissatisfaction.
"Are you here to catch crows too, professor!" Zheng Qing felt a little excited. From school hunting competition to winter hunting, those guys wearing crow masks seemed to be a thorn stuck in his throat, making him restless.
"crow?"
Lao Yao raised his eyebrows, clicked some pipe, and then he suddenly realized that his attitude made the man have some misunderstanding: "No, well, Vice Principal Ruoyu was responsible for that matter, and I am not convenient for me to intervene at will..."
Zheng Qing nodded in disappointment - Indeed, the ban on illegal laboratories involved the off-campus part, and it was indeed within the scope of the school work committee.
"Then you..." He was a little embarrassed because Lao Yao arrested him.
"Oh, I just got your paper, and suddenly I thought of something." Lao Yao patted the stack of test papers at hand, pretending not to see the boy's desire eyes, and changed his tone: "...Are you considering graduating early?"
Graduated early?
Zheng Qing took his eyes back from the paper and subconsciously touched the back of his head.
This semester, he seemed to hear this word a little more times—from Linda Barnes, who was planning to graduate early, to a witch inadvertently proposing at the Moon Dance, as if after entering the second grade, he was driven by the whole world toward the concept of maturity.
Of course, Su Shijun's idea when she mentioned "graduating early" was very "simple". She just wanted him to leave school early, and then the two got married, giving Poseidon an appropriate title.
The old monster in front of him asked this question, and he definitely did not want to marry him.
"My credits... seem to be a little bit worse." He was not sure what the professor wanted to ask, and replied vaguely: "I think Xiao Xiao will take a few more exams and save enough credits..."
“The exam is not a problem.”
The professor behind the desk casually interrupted the young public-funded student's stuttering and swept the test papers on the table: "Finally, you have been in school for a year and a half, and everyone sees the potential... Furthermore, after the second grade, all the school's sexual and basic courses will be over. With the remaining two years, the school's curriculum will be arranged mainly in professional courses and practical courses. For professional courses, it is not difficult to just rely on you to master all the basic talismans and make enough graduation credits; and the practical scores, based on my understanding of all students in the entire first university, no one has more practical experience than you."
This praise is straightforward and extremely reasonable.
Moreover, as the dean of Jiuyou Academy and the legendary wizard, this statement is full of convincing.
Zheng Qing felt a little blushing after a long time.
"But, but..." He stuttered, trying to find a more reasonable excuse.
"Mr. Su should also hope you graduate early." Lao Yao pinched a cluster of tobacco and stuffed it into his pipe. He glanced at the boy with a tangled face, with a hint of playfulness in his smile: "Or, do you don't want to graduate because of who else in the school?"
If this old man said a certain name, Zheng Qing would not be surprised at all.
It was abruptly, and his mind became particularly clear at this moment.
Zheng Qing took a deep breath and did not try to defend himself from his reasons for not wanting to leave the school, but asked directly: "Why do you want me to graduate early?"
He never thought that it was just because he was able to graduate early, so the professor hoped that he would graduate early. Just like the example he gave before, logically speaking, Xiao Xiao was qualified to graduate early in the first year of entering the school, and his magic knowledge reserves even exceeded many teaching assistants and lecturers in the school.
Therefore, Lao Yao hopes that he will graduate early, so there must be some other reasons.