Vol 3 Chapter 153: Start of week 8

It wasn't until the ghosts who participated in the party returned, put on their armors, and dangled and dinged around in the corridors, that a group of young wizards in Class 601 left the teaching building with exhaustion.
But today's busyness is not over yet.
Because it will be October 20th in just over an hour.
This is the eighth Monday that Zheng Qing came to the first university.
The young public-sponsored student seems to have just realized that he still has a lot of homework to be completed. Although there is a ‘reference material’ provided by Dr. Xiao Da, he still can only choose the part of the homework to be handed in tomorrow morning to give priority.
For example, Lao Yao's curse analysis of "Hao Tian Yue Ming". The importance of this spell was repeatedly emphasized by the professor in class. Various analysis and report assignments on this spell have been going on for several weeks. Even if Zheng Qing searched his stomach, it was difficult to find new words and sentences.
Another example is the "double dung analysis" arranged by Professor Li Qihuang-this is the name given by the students in private. In fact, the professor just asks the students to analyze the relationship between the two medicinal materials "white cloves" and "chicken vector white" , Whether can'Ji Ya Bai' be recognized as a variant of'White Lilac'.
Of course, no matter how Zheng Qing struggles, time is always insufficient.
When he rubbed his sore arms, shook his sore neck, and staggered into the tent, the moon outside the window had fallen behind the distant mountains, and the whole world was dark, as if it had fallen into endless silence.
The young public-sponsored student felt that he had just put his head on the pillow when Fatty Xin yelled in the dormitory.
"It's late! It's going to be late! Get up, everyone!!"
"God, didn't you two go out for morning class today?!"
"It's over, it's over...If you are late, will Lao Yao deduct our credits?"
Zheng Qing listened to the fat man's noise in a daze, his dull brain seemed to react for a long time before it suddenly activated.
He snapped and sat up.
The bed underneath suddenly groaned overwhelmedly.
"what time is it?!"
The young public-sponsored student sticks his head out of the tent, body tossing on the bed, trying to put on his robe, his face full of panic.
His eyes were not fully opened yet, one of his eyelids was drooping, and the other was lifted by a slit, which looked very ridiculous.
"Ten minutes to eight o'clock," Xiao Xiao said with a toothbrush in his mouth, his hair messed up, and two big eye bags hanging from his hand. He quickly packed his homework and textbooks, and said, "If you run faster, it should be too late..."
"It's too late. It's definitely too late." Zheng Qing lifted his spirits, and took out a handful of talisman paper from the gray cloth bag next to the pillow: "I have a few inferior pieces of the remaining'Jia Ma Talisman' I practiced yesterday. Yes, I originally planned to consume it today...Tie two pieces on my legs. It is estimated that it will take up to three minutes to get to the classroom from here!"
The shelf life of the inferior talisman is very short, so the price is very low, and there is almost no sales value.
This is also the talisman that Zheng Qing consumes the most on weekdays-the talisman above the standard level, he will sell it directly to the wandering bar, to accumulate capital for future wizard upgrade assessments.
"Local tyrant..." Fatty Xin took a few steps, threw himself in front of Zheng Qing, grabbed the two armor symbols, immediately slapped them on his lap, and walked out.
From the corridor outside the door came his howling, fading away: "I'll help you occupy seats..."
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With the help of the Jiama Talisman, several young wizards in the 403 dormitory finally sat in the classroom one minute before the class bell rang.
Zheng Qing's buttocks had just touched the chair, and the bones of his whole body, including the spirit and spirit, seemed to have been taken away by the mysterious existence in the dark, and immediately limp on the table.
He didn't even have time to pull out the book of law and the textbook of "Standard Spells" from the gray cloth bag.
"I did my homework yesterday, so I went to bed late... Why didn't you get up this morning?" The public-sponsored student lay on the desk, closed his eyes, and asked the doctor next to him weakly.
"I used a sleeping pill before going to bed yesterday. Maybe the'Lantan Flower' in it has expired. The strength of the medicine is a bit strong..." Xiao Xiao lay on the table with his arms over his head, and his voice sounded like a sigh.
Zheng Qing snorted, indicating that he knew.
He also wanted to take advantage of the few minutes before Yao entered the classroom to take a short nap, and try not to let eyelids fight in the classroom.
But this little wish is destined to be unfulfilled.
Because of the late arrival, the ‘premium’ seats in the back row of the classroom have been robbed by others.
Fatty Xin only occupies three or four rows in the middle of the classroom.
For Zheng Qing, this was really a very bad choice-the front row was too close to the classroom door, and the stick figure behind the door could see him without even lifting his toes.
In view of the fact that he had put a tablecloth on the head of the stick figure last night, offending that bad temper and bad personality. So today, as soon as the public-funded students entered the door, they received endless ‘greets’ from ‘sticky strokes’.
From the dull hair on the top of Zheng Qing's head, to his red eyes, to the cufflinks pinned to his robe, the stick figure wiping around, used all kinds of insidious words on the sleepy young wizard.
Until the squad leader Jiang threatened to smash a chalk head at it, the stick figures stopped a bit.
It just disappeared a bit.
If the people sitting in the front row pay more attention, you can still see the stick figure swelling the bun's face, squirming a thin line of mouth, and uttering silent curses.
Although for Zheng Qing, the first few rows are not so friendly. But for Fatty Xin, these seats are not that bad.
Because as usual, the center of the front row is the position of the witches in the class, including Li Meng's little loli.
Sitting behind them, the fat man seemed to have entered the spring ahead of schedule, and he seemed particularly excited.
Li Meng just curiously asked, "Why are you late today? ’
He received endless explanations from the fat man.
Since Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao didn’t have morning classes this morning, to the hunting team’s test until 10:30 last night, and then yesterday afternoon’s ruling that the hunting team helped Youxin train, the little witch who listened had straight eyes and regretted it—if It wasn't the stick figure man behind the classroom door yelling "Professor is coming." Fatty's explanation can be traced back to the opening ceremony of the school hunting club last Thursday.
"good morning everyone!"
Old Yao, as always, opened the door of the classroom and strode up to the podium.
He looks very good, with a smile on his face, and even in the mood to make a joke to the boys:
"The moon hunting is the most intensive time of the dance party in a year... If you don’t have any girls during this time~EbookFREE.me~ then you are destined to live a lonely life... But as your counselor, I can teach You have a little secret."
"This is a stunt passed by word of mouth from previous senior students, and most people don't know it."
The atmosphere in the classroom stagnated and suddenly became subtle.
The witches lowered their heads, with awkward but polite smiles on their faces; the boys straightened up and straightened their ears.
Old Yao coughed slightly:
"Well, a single wizard can go to the petting court to see if there are any puppies for rent."
"Then fill out an application form and walk around the campus with the puppy."
"When I saw the girl I liked, I boldly stepped forward and asked politely, ‘have you raised a dog? Spring is here, my puppy is still single...’"
The classroom was quiet for a few seconds, and then burst into roar of laughter.