Just as the famous inference in Aubert space-time theory describes, the more active the thinking, the faster the time passes.
The huge green snake that appeared in the northern area of the Forbidden Demon Festival seemed to be yesterday's news. It was vaguely last night when I went to the Silent Forest to visit the Horse Tribe on Qingming Festival. After discussing the Aoshima theory with Xiao Xiao at noon on Wednesday, it seemed that he only dozed off. In a blink of an eye, it was the day when Zheng Qing fulfilled his duties as an assistant teacher.
The seventh Thursday of the second semester of sophomore year seems to be no different from the sixth Thursday.
In addition to the class, there will be three more new students.
It was not until before class that Zheng Qing realized that he had a slight sense of indescribable fear of today's class. Standing outside the huge tent of the Fringe Academy, looking at the few figures faintly flashing in the crack of the door and those vague laughter, he inexplicably felt the urge to run away.
Wizards will not be afraid for no reason.
The sound of the dinosaur carrying the wolf in his heart urged him to leave this dangerous place of right and wrong as soon as possible.
But Reason kept warning him that if he missed classes for no reason, he would be punished by the Academic Affairs Office, which means that his plan to graduate early would be affected.
With the fusion of scenes, he suddenly had some deeper understanding of Colma's choice to build the academy on the edge of a cliff - why do people often stand on the edge of a cliff even though they know that there is a huge danger in front of them?
Because they have no choice.
This conclusion allowed Zheng Qing's reason to regain control of his body.
"Impulse is the devil."
The young assistant teacher standing at the door of the tent murmured and whispered to himself: "...and I am the devil's guilty envoy, the devil's management!"
This psychological construction suppressed the many nonsensical thoughts that flashed through his mind.
The young teaching assistant opened the curtain with a serious expression. He held today's lecture notes and strided towards the podium, struggling hard to imitate Lao Yao's momentum.
The horns of the long robe were floating behind him, wrapping the air conditioner outside the tent, passing through the hall, immediately cooling down the originally noisy atmosphere in the classroom, and then a clamor of clamoring when flipping books sounded.
Zheng Qing also opened the roster at the top of the lecture notes.
According to convention, name it.
But when he glanced at the three "Zheng Su" at the end of the roster from the corner of his eyes, he left and closed the booklet quickly, intending to start class directly.
As an assistant teacher, he still has this permission.
What's more, the three-headed parrot, as the classroom supervisor, did not follow the class today. I don't know where to play. The people in the classroom are all acquaintances. Occasionally, no one will have any objections if they don't name them once or twice.
The tall lectern covers the young assistant teacher’s anxiety at this moment.
He looked around and tried his best to say in a tone with a bit of majestic tone: "In today's class, we talk about 'the choice of cinnabar in the talisman method'. I think many of the people here have heard a saying in the wizarding world, the so-called 'a little bit of inspiration is a talisman, and people in the world waste ink and vermilion'. It sounds like the most important talent and inspiration for drawing talismans, cinnabar and other external objects are not necessary.
Here, I can tell you clearly that this sentence is wrong to you.
Because the person who said this is a famous legendary wizard in the Middle Ages, Fenyang Sa Zhenren. He can say that "a little bit of spiritual light is a talisman", because his little spiritual light can really have a ready-made talisman. And if we, who have not even passed the assessment of registered wizards, can call ourselves a 'wizard' be questionable, and how can we think we can truly understand the experience of Sa Zhenren? A master can "no moves than moves" because he is a master first.
You know if it's not that level.
For you, choosing the right talisman paper, cinnabar, talisman pen, and even the right talisman drawing time, good talisman drawing location, etc. Every point that can increase the details of your success rate in talisman drawing is very, very important. If you want to reach the sky in one step, you will not increase your experience except for the continuous falls and falls..."
Professional content guides professional thinking, making Zheng Qing gradually ignore the uneasiness in his heart, his lectures become more and more fluent, his tone becomes more and more relaxed, and his expression becomes much softer.
But just like the words that the three-pointed swords often say - people have a lucky mentality, and no suspect will take the initiative to speak up until the last moment - before the danger really appears, everyone feels that the world is peaceful and everything is well, and the ripped house seems to be able to live in it.
Zheng Qing spoke in a lingering manner on the podium.
When the talk was about the rise, he asked a question casually: "... Although cinnabar is red, it is divided into five elements. Does anyone know the different names of the five elements of cinnabar?"
He raised his arms, looked around with a smile, and swept the small classroom with encouraging eyes.
But the next second, his smile gradually solidified on his face.
Because except for the three big elves sitting in the center of the front row, no one in the classroom raised his hand. None of them was raised. Even Nicholas and Carmen copied their hands, looking at the nose and the heart, as if they had not heard Zheng Qing's problem.
There must be a conspiracy here.
Zheng Qing felt a hint of chill on his back.
Three big elves sat in the first row in a regular manner, wearing beautiful robes embroidered with the Qingqiu Su family emblem, with big eyes flashing and small arms raised neatly, as if three sections of white and tender lotus roots had just been washed.
Li Meng sat on the left side of the big elves, whispering something in the ear of one of the big elves; Jiang Yu sat on the other side of the big elves, putting his notebook on his knees, holding his cheeks, and looking at Zheng Qing with his eyebrows and eyes curled. At this moment, Zheng Qing was very glad that he told her about the big elves early and did not give Li Meng a chance to gossip.
The silence in the classroom lasted for nearly a minute.
Still no one raised his hand.
Zheng Qing could clearly feel the strange gazes around him increasing, and he felt that many of them were filled with malice and gloating.
"cough!"
The young teaching assistant student coughed dryly, lowered his head in a little panic, and finally gritted his teeth and pointed the name of one of the big elfs in a random way: "Well, then, Zheng Suyi, please answer this question."
The big elf sitting next to Jiang Yu stood up happily.
"Hello sir!"
She bowed very politely, and then replied clearly: "According to the five elements, cinnabar can be divided into fire sand 'super arrow', gold sand 'red mark', wooden sand 'muli', earth sand 'yellow mark', and water sand 'black mark', among which the black mark is Chenzhou, with bright red color, vermilion mark with gold color, Muli red with purple color, and deep color..."
Although the answer was a bit confusing, with some shortcomings and some flaws, it was obvious that it was a skill.
Plus the smooth expression ability of the big elf.
Even though Zheng Qing felt a little uneasy, he couldn't help but smile slightly brightly on his face.