Vol 3 Chapter 7: Just around the corner to the office

Time always slips fast when focusing.
When the sweet bell rang for the end of get out of class, the students showed their wakeful expressions.
Almost when Lao Yao yelled out the word "off get out of class", a few figures were like arrows from the string, leaped out of their seats, and ran straight to the podium.
"Professor, I don't know much about this derivation..."
"Professor, can you use this to replace the Lauren formula you just mentioned..."
"Professor, why is the result of my Lee-Mac expansion always different from yours..."
Silhouettes of different colors, different genders, and different grades, holding similar notebooks, showed the same, longing eyes.
This is a look that cannot be rejected by the teachers.
Professor Yao smiled with relief, but did not answer their questions in the first place.
"Zheng Qing, don't go, come here." He beckoned, stopped half of the young public student who had already walked out of the classroom, and dragged him back.
Zheng Qing was stunned, then glanced back at several companions.
"Then let's go first." Xiao Xiao helped his glasses, turned around neatly and left.
Fatty Xin shrugged, hooked up with Zhang Jixin, and left behind Dr. Xiao Da. Zheng Qing vaguely heard him muttering, ‘Make sure to let him make it clear at night...’ ‘You don’t know, last time...’ etc.
The students who left the classroom looked at him curiously, biting their ears and whispering to each other, their eyes avoiding his gaze, as if he had some ulterior secret.
Jiang Yuqiao stood at the door alive, tilted his head, and blinked at him.
Next to him, Li Meng wrapped Liu Feifei's neck, almost hanging his whole body from the chief student.
"It's troublesome." The little witch murmured, and after seeing Zheng Qing's searching gaze, she immediately slammed back.
Zheng Qing smiled bitterly, made a wait gesture to Jiang Yu, and hurried back to the classroom, leaning to the desk.
"Professor, are you looking for me?" He tried to ask in a natural tone.
"Are there anything else going on for a while?" Old Yao asked slowly, holding the handout, holding the pipe in one hand, with his eyelids down.
Before Zheng Qing could figure out how to answer this question tactfully, the professor simply waved his arm:
"Since it's okay, that's just right... the results of the examination at the school hospital came out. In a moment, you will go to the office with me and we will talk about your problems here."
While talking, he raised his right hand, bent his middle finger, and tapped his temple.
Zheng Qing opened her mouth silly, not knowing how to close it.
Old Yao didn't notice the tangled expression of the public-sponsored student. He was also explaining the formulas listed on the blackboard to several young eager wizards at the same time:
"...We often use Taylor's curse in Lee-Mac's expansion...it can easily replace the most complicated part of this deduction...such as here...and here..."
Several young wizards held notes, gathered around the professor, and poked their heads, as if they were big geese, they seemed to be able to make a quack of good applause in the next moment.
Maybe there were a little more onlookers, blocking some light.
Old Yao raised his head and looked around. He found that the young public-sponsored student was still standing at the desk, not listening or leaving.
"You can wait at the door first." He bit his pipe, waved his arm, and motioned: "I will go out after I have told them these questions... up to five minutes."
The young public servant nodded silently, and walked gently to the door of the classroom.
Jiang Yu leaned against the pillar outside the door, with a book spread out in his hand, reading with gusto, which made people unbearable to disturb.
Zheng Qing cleared his throat and finally caught the squad leader's attention.
"Where is Li Meng?" He looked around curiously, trying to find the noisy little guy.
"I went to the library with Feifei... She hasn't finished Professor Emma's homework. I guess she won't go back until the Shushan Library is closed... Finally she will be clean for a while." Jiang Yu teased her long hair. , Eyebrows crooked.
Zheng Qing imagined the little witch pouting her mouth, her face full of reluctance, but helplessness, and couldn't help laughing.
"I'm sorry," he looked at the witch apologetically, wringing his hands, and explained: "Old Yao...I mean, Professor Yao, I just told me that the school hospital's inspection report came out and asked me to go to the office to discuss Now...it's probably late...so I can't study the Fa book with you today."
"Is it the last time you fainted with a headache?" Jiang Yu asked with a worried smile, a little worried.
Zheng Qing pulled the corner of his mouth, nodded in agreement, showing a helpless expression.
"There is no need to worry about the Fashu, there are still four or five days...We can make an appointment again." Jiang Yu comforted: "But the dean of Jiuyou Academy can't wait anytime..."
Zheng Qing smiled gratefully, but finally didn't say more thanks.
"You have the final say." He beat his chest and said affirmatively: "You are sure of the time and place, and I won't frown even if it is fierce!"
"Forget about it." Jiang Yu's eyes were bent again: "Ilena will probably be even more angry to hear it."
Zheng Qing's face immediately collapsed.
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It turns out that the five minutes in the teacher’s mouth is completely different from the natural five minutes.
Even wizards who have always been strict in keeping time are no exception.
When the last student to consult left the classroom, the sun had already set behind the distant ridge. Only a few burnt red clouds remained, telling everyone of its former glory.
Fortunately, a professor is a professor after all.
Like other students, Lao Yao did not strictly follow the normal logic of going downstairs, crossing the small square, then turning into the office building, and then looking for the office.
He took Zheng Qing and just turned a wall, walked down the stairs, and appeared in front of a red wooden door.
Pushing the door open is a familiar scene.
It's still that simple office.
The furnishings in the room are almost exactly the same as when Zheng Qing left last time. The tall glass cabinets are still tightly closed, and stacks of documents are stacked on the large mahogany desk.
If there is any difference, it is only the soft leather chair at the table.
One chair did not know what the wind was blowing, and raised his soft leather cushion high, revealing a scrawny shelf, on which a few gray-white spider webs could be vaguely seen.
But Zheng Qing's attention is not on those funny chairs.
He was still excited about the journey he had just come from the classroom to this office.
"It's amazing!" Zheng Qing exclaimed, and praised: "I shouldn't even have a hundred steps...How much time can I save every day if I walk this way!"
"The most important thing is that it can also save a lot of unnecessary trouble...and bother~EbookFREE.me~Professor Yao glanced at him with a smile: "For example, those crazy star fans... I heard that you started selling recently. Signed a photo? If I want one, is there a discount? "
"Stigmatization! Nothing at all, sir!" Zheng Qing's face flushed immediately.
He shook his head vigorously and firmly denied this accusation.
"No discount?!" Lao Yao let out a lament: "It's a sad thing..."
"No, I didn't mean that!" Zheng Qing couldn't help raising his voice and shouted.
There is a feeling of exploding in his mind.
"Just kidding, don't take it seriously... In other words, how does it feel to be a hero?" Lao Yao pulled the chair behind the red desk and sat down hard, raising his head and asking, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"
The large leather chair let out a contented sigh.
"Nothing..." Zheng Qing answered this slightly embarrassing question vaguely, madly complaining about other people's inexplicable curiosity.