The meeting of the teaching assistant team was held on March 14th the next day, that is, from 9 am to 3 pm on Sunday, which lasted for nearly six hours. According to the arrangements in the notice, there was no rest time marked in the middle.
Zheng Qing did not originally want to waste his precious time on such things.
But after carefully studying the reply from Lao Yao, Su Shijun and Thomas, he keenly realized that none of the three people asked him to "directly refuse" the meeting. On the contrary, Su Shijun, who had the closest relationship with him, asked him to attend the meeting with a very concise reply, and Thomas, who had a little farther relationship with him, just said that "there will be no bad effect if he did not attend the meeting."
These people all know that he takes many courses this semester and it is very hard to study.
But he still gave such an answer.
So, after simply throwing yarrow a few times and burning a piece of tortoise shell, Zheng Qing did not reply before the deadline to refuse, which meant that he needed to attend the meeting.
The conference room of the First University Teaching Assistant Group is located at the end of the third floor of the office building.
Zheng Qing finished his after-class homework for Yin Fuxue and the second-level battle formation theory in the morning. He had to hang up four horse talismans for himself, and he arrived at his destination less than five minutes before the meeting officially began.
Taking off the invisibility talisman on his body at the door, Zheng Qing pushed open the door and originally wanted to sneak in along the corner of the wall.
However, the red robe on his body formed a very sharp contrast with the black robes in the conference room, so that as soon as he entered the door, he immediately attracted the attention of all the assistants present.
Those eyes mixed with confusion, curiosity and scrutiny put a lot of pressure on the young wizard. Of course, compared with the students, the assistants are obviously more literate. No one whispers, whispers or pointing at him in the conference room, which made the young wizard feel a little relieved.
"Oh, Zheng Qing Assistant Teacher, Good morning!" Zheng Qing's practical class teacher waved to the young wizard from a distance, smiling: "Happy weekend!"
Hilda sat in the corner of the last row of the large conference room, which was very consistent with Zheng Qing's usual "habits" of class. What's even better is that there happened to be an empty seat next to Hilda, so the young witch happily accepted the invitation that was swaying in the air in just a few seconds.
“Not pleasant at all.”
After Zheng Qing sat down, he immediately took out his notebook, ink bottle and quill, placed it on the table, then rubbed his wrists and sighed heavily:
"I've forgotten what the real weekend looks like only three weeks after school... Yesterday one day, I had to complete two small tests, five after-school assignments, and a seven-page "Yellow Turban Strongman and the Jurisprudence Analysis Report". I wrote it all night and only took five pages to get enough of it. The remaining two pages were racking my brains and didn't know what to write. How could it be pleasant?"
“Isn’t this the fun of the student days?”
Hilda shook her head, and the copper rings on her face collided with each other, making a pleasant sound: "In addition to falling in love with the little girl and fighting with the wild monster, the homework that can never be completed and the comfort of escaping from death that is tortured is the longest memory you can leave."
Zheng Qing shook his head.
He has no tendency to be masochistic and cannot feel the pleasure of being tortured at all.
"Do you know what this meeting is for today?" A few minutes before the meeting began, Zheng Qing did not waste a minute and immediately began to inquire about the news to complete the contract between himself and Fatty Xin.
Hilda glanced at him.
"You should ask Zhang Yu about this kind of thing... No matter how bad Thomas knows more than me."
As he said that, the practice teacher pointed to his nose: "I've sat here and sat with you. Do you think I know more than you?"
This sounds a bit hurtful, but it makes a lot of sense.
Zheng Qing immediately shut up and searched around for the two names Hilda had just mentioned, Thomas, sitting in the first row of the conference room, whispering something with several other assistants. Zhang Yu, as the leader of the teaching assistant group, seemed to be coming later than Zheng Qing. His head turned several times, but he did not see the familiar high collar and gray hair.
"You really plan to ask them." Hilda touched the copper ring on her nose, as if she thought the boy's slightly reckless movements were particularly funny.
"Can't you?" Zheng Qing glanced at him later.
"It's not impossible," Hilda carefully used words, glanced at the other assistants around her quickly, lowered her voice slightly, and explained quickly: "But your identity is so special, shouldn't you try to keep a low profile? As far as I know, there are quite a lot of fanatical fans of the assistant group."
Zheng Qing immediately regretted that he did not carry the invisibility talisman with him for politeness when he entered the door.
It's too late.
Perhaps it was just a psychological effect, but after Hilda's words, Zheng Qing suddenly felt that the malicious eyes around him suddenly increased. It seemed that every look at him looked like a knife, and he slashed his neck and body a few times.
He tightened his robe and cleared his throat.
"Do you know the secret weapon?" He turned his eyes to the only 'senior assistant' he could consult.
Hilda snorted with her nose: "The most widely circulated rumor in the school right now."
He did not say 'know', nor did he say 'not know', but Zheng Qing was very clear about the word he used - rumors - and rumors always fermented on certain facts.
"So, what is the Fringe Academy really doing?" The young assistant teacher touched the obsidian cufflinks and thought to himself: "Do you know what secret weapons are to build on the Fringe Academy? Why does the Fringe Academy need secret weapons?"
These questions were all the contents of the contract signed with Fat Xin last night that clearly required the answers, so even after hearing the word "rumor", Zheng Qing still had to bite the bullet and repeat them.
Hilda looked at him with a weird look.
"If your brain is gnawed by zombies, I won't laugh at you." The practice class teacher had a cynical smile on his lips and patted Zheng Qing on the shoulder: "But for the sake of your brain's safety, I will still answer your two questions - I don't know, and I don't want to know - even if the Fringe Academy really intends to make some 'secret weapons', is it still a secret weapon that has been known to be a secret weapon?"
When Zheng Qing thought of the nuclear weapons of Bai Ding World, a light flashed in his mind and nodded thoughtfully: "So this weapon must be very powerful, so that when others know it, it will cause substantial deterrence, and will not be kicked by some 'ignorant and fearless' guys."
"Ah!" Hilda glanced at the boy in surprise and pursed her lips: "I'll take back what I said just now, your brain has not been gnawed off by zombies."