Vol 2 Chapter 12: Professor Lounge

　　 Humming a little song, shaking his pipe, Lao Yao stepped on a cheerful rhythm and walked to a maroon-red wooden door.
　　 Shen Tu Yulei, who was sitting cross-legged on the door, raised his eyelids and glanced at the bright big back, before returning his attention to the card in his hand.
　　 "Three Kings, can't afford it!"
　　 "Who can't afford it, three Aces!"
　　 "His grandma's, Shuang Wang Boom!" Shentu threw out a pair of big and small cats cursingly: "You want another one to try!"
　　 The door Yu Lei, who was blasted to death on Pai Road, had a gloomy face, stretched his black shirt, stood up, and yelled at Old Yao, "Why are you all dismissing get out of class so quickly today! Isn't it a mistake?"
　　 The golden-eyed white tiger at his feet raised his head, opened his mouth lazily, and yawned, revealing two sharp fangs.
"On the first day of school, the first class, I just babbled some old sayings." Lao Yao took two pipes hard, expelled a thick smoke, covering the white tiger, and then asked: "They are all over. ?"
　　 Yu Lei pushed aside the white tiger who had collapsed on the ground with his feet, squatted by the door lock, and nodded: "It's all here."
　　 Baihu grunted dissatisfiedly, got up, shook his white fur, took an unhurried pace, and left the portrait.
　　 Shen Tu grabbed the card and yelled on the right side: "Come on, come on, I've already made it! A mistress!"
　　 "The big cats are gone, what cards are you playing!" Old Yao squinted, knocked on the door knocker with a pipe, and smiled: "You can let this little guy watch the door on weekdays, you don't have to do it yourself!"
　　 Door Knocker Beast flipped its bronze eyeballs, and squeaked the black door knocker that had fallen from its mouth.
　　 "This is the rule!" Yu Lei raised his head, unlocked the door, and shook his shoulder at Old Yao, humming, "You old wizards don't understand!"
　　 The maroon-red wooden door creaked and cracked.
　　 Old Yao bit his pipe and didn't continue to quarrel with the door god. He pushed open the wooden door and walked in.
　　 Behind the door is a spacious large room.
　　 The decoration inside the house is strange.
　　 The floor is covered with a black wool carpet, without a trace of pattern, only a large block of thick color.
　　 There are four wide tapestries hung on the four walls. The background colors are red, white, yellow, and blue; the blankets are woven with complicated images and patterns, which look dizzying.
　　 Between the red tapestry and the white tapestry, there is a huge French window.
　　 Two silver-gray curtains ajar, blocking most of the bright sunlight outside the window.
　　 This makes the room lack of light.
　　 But the golden red candlestick chandelier on the ceiling made up for this shortcoming and provided many necessary colors for the room.
　　 In the center of the room is a small low round table. Around the table are several low-back sofas with black leather.
　　 The sofa squatted silently on the black carpet, with a special stealth effect.
　　 Several black robe professors are sitting leaning on the low-back sofa, holding steaming tea cups in their hands, biting their ears and talking in low voices.
　　 The elves walked quietly around the room, quietly pouring tea and water for the professors.
　　 Hearing the door opening, several black robes looked up.
　　 Lao Yao stood at the door, handing over the handout to the elf serving next to him.
　　 "What's so happy?" A thin, pale professor looked at Lao Yao and asked softly, "I heard that your class had some good seedlings. How do you feel?"
　　 "Unexpected!" Old Yao trembled exaggeratedly, and took the tea from the elf.
"Unexpectedly good, or unexpectedly bad?" A tall and fat male teacher with red cheeks and a huge rosacea laughed loudly: "Or, unexpectedly troublesome ?"
　　The professors sitting around gave out knowing chuckles, and the dull and dim lounge was filled with cheerful air for a while.
"Good things do not go out, bad things spread for thousands of miles." Old Yao also smiled. He put the teacup on the low table, leaning on the black leather sofa, stretched a lazy waist comfortably, shook his head and sighed: Ancient!"
"The school has spread. Several freshmen from the Jiuyou Academy are picking their heads on the pedestrian street in Beta Town, and beating a group of Alpha old students." A plump female professor with black curly hair rolled her eyes and hummed: "Listen to those The meaning of the rumors, it seems that Jiuyou Academy has completely crushed Alpha's head!"
　　 "It's not that people's hearts are not old, but people's hearts are unpredictable." The lean professor shook his head and turned off the topic: "How about the two monitors I recommend?"
　　 "It's really good." Old Yao gave a thumbs up and exclaimed: "Professor An also mentioned to me the boy in the morning. He performed well in the first square and he is a good seed."
"Will your college throw so many top talents into one class this time be a bit too aggressive?" The tall, fat male professor with red cheeks took a sip of tea and raised his head and asked: "It's hard to get ahead in other classes like this. Right."
　　 "It's all an academy, it doesn't matter if you don't show up." Old Yao Man smiled casually.
　　 The black curly-haired female professor snorted vigorously.
"Speaking of the early days, in this special plane accident, the three-pointed sword was very positive." The male professor with red cheeks was holding a huge wine glass and shaking his head thoughtfully: "This time they were born in the investigation team. Got a kick in."
　　 "Who let the noodles of Sangejian Sword have a pair of good chopsticks to fish." The female professor with black curly hair mocked: "I didn't see our great acting principal, Ms. Shi Hui, agreed to Sangeki's proposal in an instant."
　　 She bit the word ‘agent’ very clearly, for fear that others would ignore it.
　　 But this statement seems to embarrass other professors.
　　 The lounge fell silent for a while.
"Sangejian's new boss is her disciple, yes. But she cannot be said to be selfish." Old Yao smiled bitterly, trying to ease the atmosphere: "Everyone knows that she is jealous and hateful. I think the airline belongs to Yue. The next parliament is the key."
　　 "Also, Robert is also the new director of Trigeminal Sword anyway. Don't always call him noodles. Everyone must be ugly.
　　 The female professor snorted without speaking.
　　 "Principal Shi has always been out of the office recently, did he go to the black prison?" The fat rosacea looked at Old Yao~EbookFREE.me~ and asked with a loud voice.
　　 "Quiet!" Several other teachers said again and again.
　　 "Hull la la la!" The tall rosacea laughed loudly, and said in a loud voice: "Where does it need to be so nervous! It doesn't matter at all...Who would overheard us?"
　　 "Haha, it's okay!" Old Yao smiled and said, "It's true that you don't need to be too nervous. It's just that I haven't seen her recently. I don't know the specific situation, it is always a trouble!"
　　 "She has transferred too many people recently." The thin professor shook his head worriedly: "Just like on this special plane, if it weren't for the children's desperate efforts, the consequences would be disastrous."
　　 "It's already unthinkable." The chunky female professor pulled her face, angrily: "How could the guards make such a big mistake! Let a little goblin get into the cabin!"
　　 "Maybe it has something to do with the special plane?" A professor next to it guessed: "When I used Lian Yunzhou back then, this situation had never happened before--the magic text on Lian Yunzhou was carved with a full eighty-one layers!"
　　 "The guards were disturbed, so they were taken advantage of." Old Yao still had a smile on his face, but this smile was particularly cold.
　　……
　　 Soon, old Yao Huang walked out of the lounge with the book in his hand, and disappeared into a round door by the wall.
　　 Soon, other professors also left.
　　 The lounge was quiet again.
　　 a long time.
　　 In the corner behind the office door.
　　 A black shadow emerged from the gap of the broom, turned into a black butterfly, and disappeared in the black corridor.
　　 on the small coffee table.
　　 A pile of soot that was knocked down by several professors rose up without wind, lingered in the dark lounge time and again, turned into a sparkle, and disappeared suddenly.