Vol 3 Chapter 184: Classmates, your incident happened

"The most subtle part of divination is the speculation of people's hearts."
"Any change in a person’s subtle thoughts will cause huge and different consequences after being transmitted through several layers... This is the variable, the most fascinating part of divination, and it is what every fortune teller tries to answer. doubt."
"If time is the most powerful and authoritative manifestation of magic, then the human heart is the most mysterious and subtle part of magic."
On the podium, Professor Yi burned a cluster of dead leaves with a small fire and asked everyone to record the state and thickness of the smoke in detail, while using a singing aria to describe the divination magic in his eyes to the freshmen present.
In the past, this short sentence similar to chicken soup was Zheng Qing's favorite.
He always took the trouble to extract these sentences from the professors and record them on the title page of the textbook, the folder page of the notebook, and even some blank bookmark pages.
But today, he does not have this spirit.
Because of the insomnia last night, the young public-sponsored student is now drowsy, and the soft voice of the professor on the podium seems to float from a distant horizon, like a dream and illusion, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.
His eyelids were too heavy, as if someone had put a thick layer of glue on them, and every time he forcibly opened his eyelids, he would always close them again under the glue.
In a daze, Zheng Qing couldn't help but stretch his hands behind his ears, trying to catch a few unnecessary sleepworms.
Of course, he caught nothing but the pain of his ear being scratched.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
There seemed to be a faint knock on the door in the distance.
Is it in a dream? The young public-sponsored student asked himself in his heart.
It must be. He immediately replied to himself like this-you know, it's class time. In particular, fortune-telling courses that focus on privacy and safety have strict requirements for the teaching environment.
Few people will not open their eyes and come to interrupt when the professors are in class.
You know, the professors of the first university are almost all senior registered wizards, and even some great wizards! Annoying them is not something that can be passed by blowing a beard and staring at them.
Zheng Qing asked and answered in a hazy manner, skipping all the messy thoughts in his mind like a whirlwind, so that he did not notice the slight commotion in the surrounding atmosphere.
In addition to the consciousness of public-sponsored students, in classroom 1001 of the East Annex, the students of Astronomy 08-1 who are taking divination class are not like their public-sponsored students, who knock on the door of'dongdongdong'. doubt.
Because it is so.
Someone is indeed standing outside the classroom, knocking on the door.
The tiny flame on the dead leaf in Professor Yi's hand shook slightly and almost went out. The smoke that was curled up was also shaking violently with the swaying flames.
The professor snorted dissatisfiedly and threw the discarded dead leaves into the trash can next to him.
The elves in tooling who had been sitting on the blackboard immediately dragged the wet rag and rushed up, wiping out the dead leaves that were still smoking in the bucket.
The classroom was quiet, everyone's eyes wandered at the door of the classroom and the professor's face, and only the sound of the elves extinguishing fireworks echoed in everyone's ears.
Professor Yi frowned, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly downward, looking a little unpleasant.
But he still maintained his demeanor very well.
"Open the door." The divination professor whispered.
"Telling!" The stick figure figure behind the door raised a thin line drawn arm in salute, and stood at attention - compared with the stick figure figure behind the door of classroom 601 in the east of the teaching building, this Obviously, the days of drawing villains with simple strokes are a little happier.
Because the author named MAY casually sketched a dog in the blank space of the drawing paper.
Although there is no mouth painted, the dog can't bark, but having a playmate is obviously much more comforting than being left alone on the drawing paper.
The classroom door was slowly opened amid the creaking noise.
A stern-faced young witch, wearing a black dress and a white ruffled apron, stood at the door.
"Excuse me, Professor." The young witch saluted the professor sternly, but said firmly to the professor: "Excuse me, is Zheng Qing in this classroom?"
The classroom remained silent.
It was just that with the slight hula, all the classmates couldn't help but turn their eyes to the back of the classroom, looking at the young public-sponsored student sitting in the corner.
...
As a child, Zheng Qing had many unrealistic daydreams.
For example, sitting in the classroom, he had imagined that the Huanhuan in the next class knocked on the door of the classroom, and in front of everyone, he used her lingering and clear voice to find him, saying something private--he I have imagined everyone's reaction many times: shock, envy, jealousy, curiosity, etc., any kind of strange look made him feel satisfied in the fantasy.
This daydream is similar to Cinderella’s dream that the prince will marry her on a five-colored auspicious cloud. Although the subject is slightly different, the nature is the same.
But dreams are dreams after all.
Throughout the entire elementary and middle school years, the girl never knocked at the classroom he was in. Even when she saw him on the road, she would bow her head and walk away quickly, let alone say something in full view.
When he reached adulthood, he should have passed the age of dreaming, he involuntarily entered a more dreamy world, so that the little thoughts long ago were unknowingly buried in the memory.
When there was a knock on the door outside the classroom, perhaps it was a blessing to the soul, and Zheng Qing unexpectedly remembered the daydream he had when he was a child.
Until Xiao Xiao awoke him with the brush shaft, the young public student raised his head in a daze, there was still a strange sense of absurdity deep in his heart.
"Excuse me, I'll find classmate Zheng Qing." The young witch stood at the door of the classroom, repeating her request.
After seeing the witch's dress, Professor Yi's original expression of dissatisfaction disappeared immediately. Instead, he raised his eyebrows with a somewhat surprised expression.
"What's the matter?" The professor tilted his head, his tone very gentle.
"There are some personal matters that need to be communicated with Zheng Qing." The witch replied politely, but anyone in the classroom could feel a trace of suppressed anger in her tone.
Zheng Qing rubbed his sour eyelids, and quietly pinched his mouth.
The clear feeling of pain tells him that this is not a dream.
He couldn't help but gasped.
"Tsk tusk," Fatty Xin sitting in the front row turned around, with a hint of pity or jealousy on his face, and snorted in a gleeful tone: "What to do... Qing brother, follow along. ...Your matter has happened!"
"What's wrong with me!" The public servant murmured, still at a loss.
"What else can you do! You make people's belly bigger, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is a matter of chaos and end..."
Zheng Qing immediately widened his eyes: "Fogweed! Fatty, I warn you, you can eat rice but you can't talk nonsense..."
Before he could speak, Professor Yi waved to him on the stage.
The young public-funded student had to put the words that he had prepared to argue with the fat man back into his stomach.
"Classmate Zheng Qing? Classmate Zheng Qing... Someone is looking for you." The professor looked at him with a smile: "Just take advantage of the opportunity to go out and blow the hair. Don't sleep in the classroom. The air is not circulating in the classroom, which is not good for your health... Let’s talk to you about the rest of the class today during the evening tuition."
Zheng Qing smiled awkwardly, her ears a little red.
As a good student, being caught sleeping in class is not a glorious thing after all.
Fortunately, he was able to escape the embarrassing atmosphere now-full of doubts and curious eyes in the classroom, following the young witch out of the classroom.