Chapter 132: Cut Off

Single, unmarried, mother.

Work, life, study, parenting.

Every word in these two sentences made Zheng Qing feel cold sweat running down his back. He always felt that the great wizard behind the desk had something to say, but he couldn't understand it for a while.

Damn it, you are a great wizard, even if you don't have a servant around you, can't you still have a way to drink fresh juice or hot tea? !

What about the magic of making tea?

What about the serving elf?

The young public-sponsored student was cursing in his heart, while trying to force out a slightly flattering smile, and responded repeatedly: "No, no, very thoughtful, very thoughtful."

"Oh? You mean I can handle it well by myself?" The witch raised her eyebrows: "...I bought a coffee grinder instead of coffee beans, and bought a tea bag instead of a teacup... Do you think this kind of life is very thoughtful? ?”

Zheng Qing felt like white smoke was coming out of his head.

"Zhou... doesn't know... right?" The young public-funded student answered with difficulty. At the same time, he realized that he could not continue to let Su Shijun take the initiative in the topic, otherwise he would be unable to resist sooner or later and would be completely defeated.

"What about the rest?"

He calmed down, immediately changed the subject, and said casually: "I didn't see anyone on the way in, even the parrots in the hall were gone... Did they all go to the opening ceremony?"

After the guess came out, even he couldn't help but laugh.

It’s just parrots, they always like to have fun, so it’s not unusual to go to the opening ceremony to have fun. However, researchers affiliated with the Institute of Applied Magic are not students and have never participated in such activities in the school - even school hunting parties, these researchers rarely participate.

Surprisingly, this time he guessed correctly.

"Yes, they did attend the opening ceremony." The owner of the laboratory waved her hands, and her tone and attitude showed that she felt very bored: "It is said that the candidate for the new vice president may be announced at the ceremony, and everyone is very interested... "

Zheng Qing couldn't help but knock his heels.

He also wants to know who the new vice principal is!

But there were more important things at the moment. The wizard had to suppress the restlessness in his heart and continued the boring and nervous conversation: "...Su Man and Su Ya are also there?"

As the head maid of Qingqiu Mansion, in Zheng Qing's impression, Su Man was by Su Shijun's side most of the time. Theoretically, they are not staff members of First University and should not be interested in the new vice president.

"There is something small at home, so I sent them back." Su Shijun stretched out, not caring about showing off her beautiful figure in front of the wizard.

Zheng Qing strives to maintain a fragile balance between avoidance and looking, naturalness and deliberateness.

The little fox on the coffee table snorted and looked at his old father with disdain.

This made the wizard feel slightly ashamed.

Snapped!

A piece of fluttering parchment flew from behind the desk and was slapped hard in front of the young public-funded student. A small wind blew up and blew the long fur of the little fox lying on the coffee table.

"What?" Zheng Qing hesitated and did not touch the parchment immediately.

"Aren't you here to cut the shadow?" Su Shijun pushed up his glasses and glanced at him.

Before the wizard could speak, the shadow under his feet hurriedly climbed onto the coffee table, transformed into five slender fingers, like octopus tentacles, and rolled up the parchment.

For the first time, Zheng Qing knew that his shadow could actually shake the real thing!

"How did you..." He stared at his own shadow in shock, speechless, and for a moment he forgot what he wanted to ask: "...can this still happen?"

The shadow said nothing, but held the rolled up parchment in front of Zheng Qing.

This made the wizard feel slightly better. If his shadow could not only move around but also be flirtatious, Zheng Qing felt that he would definitely be depressed.

"There's nothing strange about this."

Behind the desk, Su Shijun hugged his chest with one hand and grabbed a quill pen with the other hand. He scratched his chin with the long feathers and looked at the shadow of the parchment on the coffee table. He said thoughtfully: "It's good or bad." It is also a super-dimensional creature. Although it is only two-dimensional to three-dimensional, super-dimensional is super-dimensional... The weight of a piece of parchment cannot be weighed. "

This sounds quite reasonable.

After Zheng Qing was stunned for a few seconds, he raised his hand, lifted his chin, closed his surprised mouth, and then looked down at the parchment in front of him.

It was a standard-format contract, which stipulated the rights and obligations of the three parties involved in shadow cutting, including the authorization required by the 'shadow cutter' Ms. Su Shijun to cut the shadow, and the 'shadow cut' classmate Zheng Qing's renunciation of any rights to herself. The rights claimed by the shadow part also include that the 'independent shadow' must not do anything that harms the main body and friendly third parties, etc.

The terms and conditions are listed in great detail.

At the end of the contract, in addition to the blank space for signatures in triplicate, there are also watermarks of angelic and devilish words as incantation seals authenticated by an independent third party.

Zheng Qing noticed that the signature belonging to the shadow already had a line of blurry signature, as if it was a trace of phlegm.

He did not sign immediately.

Instead, he looked up at the witch behind the desk.

"What is this?" The boy confirmed with some uncertainty: "When I cut the shadow last year, I remember it wasn't that troublesome..."

He remembered very clearly that last year Su Shijun took a laptop, opened it, and tricked him into clicking an X randomly, and then the shadow disappeared inexplicably - no similar contract was signed from beginning to end.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Zheng Qing felt that Su Shijun behind the desk had a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"There are so many reasons why!"

The witch's voice sounded a little bit embarrassed: "Last year...last year it was a laboratory act! You automatically made rational commitments after joining the project...This year you are the one who wants to cut the shadow, and there is no one in my laboratory." Tong Zi’er’s relationship!”

As she spoke, she threw the quill in her hand hard towards Zheng Qing. The emerald green quill drew an elegant arc in mid-air, landed lightly on the parchment, and signed the witch's name in a flying voice.

Zheng Qing shrugged.

In fact, he didn't care about the difference between cutting shadows this year and last year, but once he was bitten by a snake, he always had a bit of PTSD stress reaction in this laboratory, and it was inevitable that he would talk too much.

Signed.

A very pale flame suddenly appeared from the four corners of the parchment. In an instant, it turned into four tongues of flame, surrounding the entire contract. Then, from the outside to the inside, the entire contract was burned into a pile of black ash in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Qing hesitated and moved half a step to the side, revealing his figure. Poseidon, who was originally lying on the coffee table, also curiously stuck his head out of the edge of the table and looked out.