Vol 2 Chapter 113: talk

"That smelly old man, he taught the wrong lesson himself, but cast his anger on us!"
"Yes, yes!"
"It's unreasonable to even deduct credits!"
"Frozen."
In the cafeteria at noon, several boys from the Astronomy 08-1 class sat at the dining table with frustrated faces, stuffed their mouths to eat, and talked angrily about Professor Tesla's brutal behavior.
Zheng Qing sat among a few people. Hearing these complaints, he stirred the five-bean soup in the bowl with affection and sighed.
In the morning alchemy class, the old-fashioned old professor was very dissatisfied with the performance of the astronomy 08-1 class who did not understand but did not ask.
So, from the principle of being an alchemist, to the basic qualities that should be possessed in learning alchemy, to what are the correct attitudes and requirements for studying as a first university student. Professor Tesla roared for more than half an hour, giving each newcomer a spiritual baptism.
At the end, before the end of get out of class, the old professor not only asked the students in the class to copy the school motto a hundred times, but also swiped a pen to tick off a credit for everyone.
"Fortunately, the school motto is only eight words... and only one point is deducted." Zheng Qing took a spoonful of beans, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed: "This is only the first month, please work hard. I can make it up later."
"One point was deducted in the first month, boss!" Duan Xiaojian exclaimed, "I didn't even earn a credit, so I was deducted as a negative number."
"Didn't Lao Yao say that an invitation letter gives zero credit?" Zheng Qing poked the crispy plate in the dinner plate, and asked in surprise: "I remember how many invitations you also received?"
"Lost." Duan Xiaojian blushed rarely, and stuffed a piece of pie in his mouth, muttering: "It was originally on the bed in the dormitory, and I don't know when it disappeared. Moreover, even if I didn't lose it, I would only After receiving three invitation letters, it was impossible to plug the hole of one credit."
Zheng Qing thought of his drawer of invitation letter, smacked his lips, and finally couldn't bear to mock him.
"This can also be lost!" Fatty Xin, who buried his face in the bowl on the side, raised his head, ignoring the dripping of the soup from the corner of his mouth, and said angrily: "If it were me, I would like to keep it in my pocket 24 hours a day! "
"Do you have to eat like this?!" Zhang Jixin, who was sitting on the other side, stared with a pair of bull's eyes, and squeezed the dried fruit in his hand.
"Otherwise, would you feed me?" Fatty Xin threw out a big move without hesitation, making his opponent dumb.
"Is the bowling flower so powerful?" Duan Xiaojian poked curiously at Xiao Xiao, who was eating quietly, and wondered: "Did he pretend it?"
"Try this!" Zhang Jixin took a piece of croissant from the table and stuffed it into Fatty Xin's hand, threatening: "This is not a bowl, you dare to get rid of it, I will feed you some dirt!"
Fatty Xin gave a sneer, raised the croissant in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth.
Then, in full view, his hand trembled violently for a moment as if it had been stung.
The crispy browned bread coated with butter and honey rolled into the dust.
"It's too exaggerated!" Duan Xiaojian dragged a long tone, with an expression of'you must be lying to me': "This is bread, not a bowl. If you can say it, just drop it."
"I don't believe it, you try to grab a few bowling flowers yourself." Fatty Xin snorted, his face was displeased, and he buried his head in the large plate in front of him and started to eat.
"'Dawanhua' is just a distinctive name based on its effect. Just like'Baicaotang' has more than one hundred kinds of grass,'Sanwei Shuwu' is not a bookstore with three flavors." Xiao Xiao finally put down the food in his hand. , Raised his head, and did a little bit of science to these ignorant companions in front of him: "So, the curse of playing the bowl is not only directed at the bowl. To be precise, this curse is directed at the hand of the wizard, or, in other words, the wizard' This action of eating with your hands."
"In other words, is it okay if you don't eat with your hands?" Zheng Qing is very interested in this detail: "How does this curse know that I am eating with my hands and not doing anything else?"
"Whether you know the curse or not depends on whether you know it." Zhang Jixin interjected: "I have an impression of this. Many curses are based on the host's own thoughts. For example, if you want to eat, then you can get it. I will definitely eat it, and curse will happen at this time."
"Bingo!" Xiao Xiao nodded, with a teachable expression.
"So suppose," Zheng Qing became more interested: "Suppose, Fatty Xin is hungry."
"You are the fat guy!" Xin looked up griefly and raised his head: "I just grow stronger."
Zhang Jixin exaggerated "haha" twice.
"Oh," Zheng Qing replied with kindness and changed his words very sorry: "Suppose, classmate Xin is hungry. Then he picks up a piece of bread. At this time, if he subconsciously doesn't treat the bread as food, or doesn't treat his mouth as Mouth...well, for example, in his mind, bread is a piece of paper, and mouth is a paper shredder. In this case, the bread will not fall to the ground."
"Your mouth is the paper shredder." Fatty Xin finally lost his appetite, pushed aside the plate in frustration, and took a handkerchief out of his pocket and began to wipe his mouth.
"Crazy." Xiao Xiao looked at Zheng Qing with a look: "Are you talking about distorting consciousness? For the curse of a fart, distorting your own consciousness...Do you know what you are doing? In other words, there is nothing more dangerous than distorting consciousness. Don't even think about it!"
"Is it dangerous?" Zheng Qing was a little surprised: "I mean simply hypnotize yourself."
"For a wizard, hypnosis can only deceive your five senses, but it cannot deceive your consciousness." Xiao Xiao meditated for a moment, and forcibly gave an example: "For example, seeing a mountain is a mountain, seeing a mountain is not a mountain, but the mountain is still there. "
Zheng Qing listened to this example in a daze ~EbookFREE.me~ and said that he couldn't understand it.
"If you have time to discuss these messy things, it's better to think about the spell of Lao Yao." Fatty Xin wiped his mouth, knocking on the table impatiently, and exclaimed, "Or someone hurry up and take Professor Li Qihuang's homework. When done, let me refer to it."
"If I can move after that class in the afternoon, I'll let you copy it." Duan Xiaojian wailed, and fell into Fatty Xin's arms: "Fat brother, what's the matter? The teacher of the combat class said this The class wants me to be his sparring partner!"
Zheng Qing waved his hand and attracted a group of elves from the cafeteria.
After they took away the leftovers from the table, he stretched his waist, burped with satisfaction, and sighed: "Sai Weng loses his horse and knows no good fortune. Maybe the teacher sees you working hard and will give you some compensation from the credits. "
Duan Xiaojian straightened up immediately.
"That said, the possibility is quite big!"
The innocent young wizard immediately became elated again.