Hunting College

　　 September 12, Xinyou month and Yimao day of the lunar calendar, press August 13th.

Avoid visiting the sick, do not take the rest.

Yes, don't take the rest.

Do not take anything else, that is, do nothing else.

Therefore, according to the old almanac, you should not do anything today and sleep with your pillow.

But for the many students of the First University, compared to the invisible taboo of the Chinese calendar, the professors standing on the podium are obviously more deterrent.

After all, today is Friday, the school also arranged a whole day of teaching plans.

For example, in Astronomy Class 08-1, there is an alchemy class in the morning and a combat class in the afternoon. The whole day has been planned in advance.

In the morning, Zheng Qing stood outside the canteen door, facing the sun, spreading his palms, and folded his palms.

Autumn is just right, and the sun is a bit lighter than usual.

The aunt in the cafeteria seemed to be much more happy because of the refreshing sun. When giving Zheng Qingsheng food, she didn't even weigh a spoon twice, and she gave a generous amount.

This makes Zheng Qing very satisfied.

Especially when he sees Fatty Xin who is not far away, this kind of pleasure is even stronger.

"Aren't you planning to skip class today in alchemy?" He sat down at the table with the dinner plate, and asked with a smile, "Why, changed your mind?"

Fatty Xin was lying on the table, licking a plate of minced chicken and mushroom soup. Hearing the words, he sat upright, slapped his lips, and sighed: "I had a meeting with a few seniors, but now this situation, It’s better not to be ashamed."

"You know how shameful you are." Xiao Xiao, who was sitting on the side, glanced at his eating, and hummed blankly: "Don't eat like the tongue-hand clan."

Although there is not much common sense, Zheng Qing has heard of the name Tongue Hand Tribe.

Like the multi-armed people, they also belong to an alien race. There is a large-scale embassy in the western district of Beta Town.

Individuals of this race have long and flexible tongues, are good at spells, and have more eloquence.

But it is precisely because they use their tongues as their hands when eating, the etiquette on the table is very bad, and they tend to eat soup stains and messy cups and plates, which are rejected by many self-proclaimed elegant races.

So that'eating like the tongue-hands' is a manifestation of impoliteness and lack of education in the wizarding world.

"Don't you eat that way?" Fatty Xin was furious.

"Who called your hand disabled?" Xiao Xiao drooped his eyelids, holding a small bowl, holding a small spoon, slowly stirring the soup inside.

"Huh!" Fatty Xin suddenly had nothing to say, so he had to vent his anger on the food, lick the plate very hard, and make a sound of ‘pha’ and ‘pha’.

Zheng Qing looked at him with some pity, but could only take a bite of the bun in silence.

He didn't move so many flowers and grasses, but instead moved a bowl of flowers.

Sure enough, poor people must have something to hate.

Although Uncle Stendhal said that the pottery plant is not yet mature, the potency that lasts for more than a week is terrible.

This means that in the next week, Fatty Xin will lick the plate like he does now.

How about finding an excuse to stay away from this guy, Zheng Qing pulled out a smiling face at a girl who was looking curiously not far away, and sighed in annoyance.

"Eat quickly. It is said that Professor Tesla will come to class in this class." Taking a sip of the soup gracefully, Xiao Xiao wiped the corners of his mouth with a piece of bread, reminding Zheng Qing: "That old man is very fierce."

"Huh? I thought he would only meet with us at the end of the term." Zheng Qing was a little surprised.

"He's coming to class?" Fatty Xin widened his eyes, staring at the watermelon head in front of him, ignoring the dripping soup from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Why didn't you say it earlier! Have you already known it?" If I didn’t go to class today and got caught by that old man, I must make you look good."

"You skip class, why do you want me to look good." Xiao Xiao sneered at the threat.

"Calm, calm." Zheng Qing made muddy mud between the two and said to Xin with a smile: "Aren't you absent? The so-called God in the dark, that's all."

"That old man." Fatty Xin looked a little better when he heard the words, but he muttered for a while before burying his head in the plate again, chirping loudly.

Professor Tesla is their teacher who taught them alchemy.

It’s just that, according to the school’s predecessors, the professor at Atlas College is very busy on weekdays, so he often entrusts his assistants and graduate students to teach lower grades.

Therefore, since meeting the old gentleman in the last class, that is, the first class, Zheng Qing is ready to see a new lecturer in this class.

But when they rushed to the classroom, they were surprised to find that Professor Tesla was already sitting behind the desk.

This behavior is extraordinary.

Even other professors who attend class on time will not enter the classroom before the class bell rings.

However, this kind of unusual thing happened to Professor Tesla, which is barely acceptable.

Because this old gentleman is a fanatical member of the Scientology sect, he has extraordinary contempt for authority or tradition. Reflected in his daily wear, he did not wear the black robe prescribed by the school like other professors, but appeared all day long in a sloppy white coat.

At this moment, the professor is as usual, wearing a pair of huge black-frame glasses under his messy hair, his whole body is uncut, holding the heavy metal-clad book in his hand, he is knocking and speaking impatiently. table.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Every student who entered the classroom felt the tense atmosphere in the air~www.ltnovel.com~ ran into the seats in a panic, silently took out their own books, spread them out on the table, and waited for them on the podium. The old gentleman spoke.

Alchemy is a general course, a compulsory course for the whole school.

It's just that this course is too esoteric and complicated, and many theories are too vague. Except for graduate students who specialize in this direction, no one cares about whether Schrödinger has a cat.

Therefore, in the school's teaching plan, the content of the alchemy courses in the lower grades will only simply involve the development and innovation of modern alchemy.

Therefore, like the wizard’s philosophy, the school did not give students a uniform designation of textbooks in this course. The content of courses and exams is basically determined by the professor's lecture notes.

In the last class, the old gentleman didn't care whether everyone was a freshman. He directly taught the "probability problem of normal distribution of time in multidimensional space" in the first class of freshmen.

Throughout the class, Zheng Qing listened to the heavenly scriptures.

Simply put, he knows the meaning of every word, but he can't understand every word the professor says.

Except for Matthew and Jiang Yu who were able to reluctantly ask the old professor a few questions, almost everyone else was in this state of confusion.

The only result of this lesson was to completely crush Zheng Qing's delusion of learning alchemy techniques such as turning stones into gold, and then returning to the world of Bai Ding to live a happy life.

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