Chapter 8: You are a wizard

　　 Thomas is the name of Zheng Qing’s interviewer.
He is a young German with blond hair and blue eyes, tall stature, fair skin, slightly drooping eyelids, sunken eye sockets, and a straight nose that makes the whole face look more angular. He wears a decent suit with very elegant workmanship and deep lining. With a red tie and shiny leather shoes, he looks like a successful businessman.
　　 After checking the admission notice, Thomas did not disturb Zheng Qing's family too much, but suggested that Zheng Qing take him around in the city.
　　 The Zheng family's parents seemed to have no doubt at all, and they handed over their son to the stranger with great confidence.
　　 Standing blankly on the street, Zheng Qing looked at the guy in front of him who was constantly flipping the map in his hand, quietly wiped his sweat, and asked: "Mr. Thomas, I don't know where you want to go?"
"I have to think about how to get to the market on your side," Thomas frowned, staring at the map in his hand, pinching his fingers, and replied: "In college, you need to start learning to live independently. Many things. In addition, like a middle school, you also need to prepare some basic textbooks, stationery, laboratory supplies, etc. There are all kinds of things in the market, and the shops inside will have discounts and promotions before the beginning of school, which is very cost-effective for you. "
　　 "But..." Zheng Qing glanced at the huge supermarket behind them, and felt that he became more and more confused: "Aren't there stationery stores everywhere on the street? There is the largest warehouse supermarket in Binh Duong behind us."
　　 "Supermarket?" Thomaston was stunned, with raised eyebrows: "You used to go to school to buy things in this supermarket?"
　　 As he spoke, he turned around and looked at the crowded supermarket across the street.
　　 "I usually buy it at the stationery store in front of the school." Zheng Qing's dull hair exploded, and he explained with no confidence: "I mean, this supermarket has a lot of things, and there should be some stationery I need."
　　 "Where did you go to middle school." Thomas squinted, still looking at the supermarket carefully.
　　 "Pingyang No. 1 Middle School, provincial key." Speaking of this, Zheng Qing felt a little more confident.
　　 "No, no, no, I mean, where did you actually go to middle school."
　　 "It's on Yizhong Road, just now the two of us passed by the gate of our high school."
"I'm sorry, I mean, have you ever gone to a special school before?" Thomas finally turned his head, he looked a little surprised, his hand holding the map made ridiculous gestures, and muttered: "The special one. Kind?"
　　 "No!" Zheng Qing simply denied: "Unless you count key middle schools as special schools."
"Is there something wrong with the system?" Thomas put away the map, took out a mobile phone-like thing from his pocket, and swept it around Zheng Qing, the machine's buzzing ticking with the movement of this thing. Endlessly.
　　 Zheng Qing looked around awkwardly, a little at a loss.
　　 "No problem!" After busying for a while, Thomas looked at the machine in his hand carefully, nodded in relief, and then shook his head: "Since people are right, that's another trouble."
　　 "Trouble?" Zheng Qing looked a little nervous, and asked carefully: "Mr. Thomas, would you like to talk to my parents? You can talk to my grandpa."
"Oh, no, no need." Thomas shook his head repeatedly, looked at Zheng Qing, then looked at the big envelope in his hand, and sighed: "I just have to find a place to talk to you... Sure enough, the interviewer is not easy Errand...just over there in the tea garden, I don’t like coffee, how about you?"
　　 "It's okay." Zheng Qing followed him suspiciously, always feeling that this well-dressed guy looked like a liar.
　　 "I think you probably never attended a wizard school," Thomas asked Zheng Qing sternly as he walked to the tea garden.
　　 "Wizard school?" Zheng Qing seemed to be taken aback, and her voice could not help but raise a few scales.
"Witcher School? Are you talking about the Harry Potter story?" A twelve or thirteen-year-old girl passing by seemed to hear Zheng Qing's words, and she enthusiastically joined in: "I'm a hah Fans, what are you talking about? Fantastic creatures? Fantastic Quidditch? A history of Hogwarts? Or a collection of Poems and Pedou stories? I have all of these."
　　 Zheng Qing was taken aback by the sudden sound. He stared at the little girl with a pair of wide glasses on the bridge of her nose. It took a long time to come back to her senses, laugh twice, and shook her head vigorously. Thomas next to him looked at the little girl curiously.
　　 blushed, the little girl whispered a few words, bounced and left.
　　
　　 Zheng Qing closed the cover of his pocket watch. Twelve minutes and thirty-four seconds had passed.
　　 He and Thomas are sitting in a tea garden in the middle of Pingyang Road, and Thomas is sitting opposite him and flipping through the newspaper.
　　 Two people have been sitting here for twelve minutes and thirty-four seconds. Thomas has been looking through his thick bulging newspaper.
　　 Zheng Qing held the tea cup in both hands, sipped the light green tea, and carefully peeped at the newspaper opposite.
　　 There is a piece of tofu news on the back of the newspaper. The headline is very eye-catching: "The Umbil League Committee Expresses Dissatisfaction with the Dark Blue Castle"
"...At the press conference, Huang Shi, spokesperson of the Wizarding League and UM League Committee, revealed that in the latest special operation against illegal laboratories, the dark blue castle was detected with abnormal dimensional fluctuations. UU reading www.uukanshu.com deadline When this reporter presses this article, Justice Sam Marshall of the Wizarding Court has signed a full search warrant against the Darkblue Castle... The Wizarding Alliance reiterated its concern about the dimensional fluctuation experiment and stated that the Alliance will continue to rigorously review unreported information. The related laboratory of dimensionality convergence..."
　　 can't understand what the newspaper says at all.
　　 Zheng Qing watched in frustration as Thomas put down the newspaper, took out a pen and began to write and draw.
　　 The two people just sat quietly, letting time flow quietly, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
　　 "What is this?" Zheng Qing finally found a topic.
"Odds." Thomas did not look up, and explained while calculating: "The World Cup is halfway through. Although the Venus team is still in the lead, the Flamingos have a strong upward momentum. They have already taken the lead in three consecutive games. The king of wild monsters. This kind of dark horse-type hunting team appears every few years. If I can get it this time, I can get rid of these annoying mundane tasks in the past two years and concentrate on preparing for the multi-dimensional conditions of the secret garden. The magic wave interfered with the experiment."
　　 "Are you talking about gambling?" Zheng Qing looked at him blankly.
　　 Thomas glanced at him and continued to calculate his odds.
　　 Zheng Qing frowned boringly, trying to recall these weird things he encountered today, trying to piece together a suitable conclusion.
　　 After a while, seeing Thomas finally put away the newspaper, Zheng Qing hurriedly said: "The wizard school mentioned earlier, I don't quite understand it."
　　 Thomas lowered his head and took a close look at the few tea leaves in his cup. Then frowned, raised his eyes and took a close look at Zheng Qing on the opposite side.
　　 Those emerald green eyes made Zheng Qing feel a bit familiar.
　　 "You are a wizard." He said dryly to Zheng Qing.