Chapter 30 The Wayward Professor

There is always a lack of sleepy students in the class every Monday morning.

In order to continue the cordial and friendly meeting with Zhou Gong and to truly find oneself in peace, the seats in the back row of the classroom have always been very popular.

Of course, there are those who are passive and lazy, and there are naturally those who face it actively.

Among the people with a positive attitude in class, although there is no shortage of truly "learning" good students such as Downton, Matthew Cullen, Jiang Yu, and Liu Feifei, there are also speculators like Xin Banner.

In order to leave a good impression on the dean of Jiuyou College and to get an excellent evaluation in the transcript of the professor of the spell class, every Monday morning, Fatty Xin will definitely come to the classroom early, sit in the front of the classroom, and show his vigorous youth with the most full spirit.

However, this morning, the fat man came a little late.

Not only that, he did not sit in the front row seat specially reserved for him by the girls, but held the book of law, listlessly lying in the second to last row of the classroom, squeezed together with those "degenerate" boys.

This really surprised many people.

Of course, this can't be blamed on Fatty Xin.

After all, he had never thought that a cat would come to teach for him, nor had he thought about how to teach a cat to play the role of a good student in class.

After eating the chicken leg, the fat man who was simulated by the fat cat could only lie on the table helplessly, squinting his eyes and taking a nap, killing the remaining leisure time of this morning due to the agreement reached with Zheng Qing.

Unlike the complete transformation from the inside out and reborn by the transformation potion, the mimetic talisman only simulated a decent skin on the outside of the living body.

Any person or animal who has a rough understanding of the person being imitated can use this "cover" to become another appearance.

This kind of illusion is too crude, and it is not even as good as many sophisticated illusions.

But as a prop to fool the teacher in class, as long as it does not attract attention and keeps a low profile, it should be enough.

It should be.

The young public student stroked the book of law in his hand, muttering uneasily, trying his best to restrain the idea of ​​​​driving the fat man in front of him out of the classroom.

Although Duan Xiaojian did not intend to kick Fatty Xin out of the classroom, he hoped that this good student with a "positive" attitude towards learning in the past could vacate the seat under his buttocks.

The hunchbacked thin boy stood pitifully beside the fat man's seat, shaking his arm weakly, begging: "My dear brother, you have always been sitting in the first row, why are you competing with us, the sleepy students, for a place."

Although the orange cat could understand what he was saying, he did not intend to get up.

Are you kidding? I'll vacate your seat for you, will you give me a chicken leg?

The fat man snored and lazily slapped on the desk, ignoring the request from the side. After being shaken hard, he simply turned his head and changed to a more comfortable position.

Duan Xiaojian had no choice but to look back every three steps and sat in the front row with a lot of complaints.

At the back of the classroom, Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief and gave a thumbs up to Zhang Jixin next to him.

If you can deceive a student at such a close distance, you should be able to deceive the professor at a slightly farther distance.

The young public-funded student regained some confidence.

…

Accompanied by the harsh alarm sound of the stick figure, the professor of the spell class once again broke into the sight of the freshmen.

"Good morning, students!"

Old Yao strode up to the podium, waved to everyone, and pulled the chair behind the desk and sat down: "Everyone sit down, everyone sit down..."

"Good morning, sir!" The students in the classroom bowed and sat down, while trying to yawn less.

As a senior professor, Old Yao was very clear about this situation, and he was not angry, but just raised his eyelids and scanned the classroom.

Then he saw the fat man Xin who looked like a big orange.

So he blinked.

Zheng Qing tried to sit up straight, staring at the back of the fat man in front of him, praying to the gods and Buddhas in his heart, hoping that the professor did not notice this inconspicuous corner.

Old Yao paused, took out the black pipe from his robe, stuffed some golden tobacco into it, and then rubbed it with sparks, burning a wisp of green smoke.

He smacked his lips, looked at the young public student who was pretending to read the textbook with interest, cleared his throat, and said in a long voice: "Wen haosheng is not energetic... Come on, let me call your names, wake up, and cheer up!"

Call your names? !

Zheng Qing felt confused for a moment.

Although according to the teaching rules posted on the back of the classroom door, teachers in every class need to call their names.

But a wizard like Old Yao can tell how many mosquitoes there are in the classroom at a glance, not to mention more than 20 living people. Because of this, professors rarely perform formal operations such as calling names in the past, and Zheng Qing ignored this when he asked Tuantuan for help.

You know, Tuantuan can't talk!

The orange cat who was nodding his head and dozing off also raised his head instantly, and his round ears stood up.

"Ears!" Zheng Qing gritted his teeth and kicked the fat man's stool in the front row: "That fat guy can't stand up his ears!"

Tuantuan's two ears drooped instantly.

Then it turned its head carefully, winked at Zheng Qing, and pouted.

Zheng Qing understood what it meant: I can't speak, you can do whatever you want!

"Donton!" Lao Yao had already opened the roster and called out the names seriously.

"Here!" Squad Leader Tang was always very serious. At this moment, he stood up and formally agreed.

Zheng Qing looked at Xiao Xiao for help, only to find that the busy doctor was flipping through a three-inch-thick dictionary, tossing the red form in his thoughts, and paying no attention to other things around him.

"Zheng Qing!"

Professor Yao's loud voice interrupted the uneasiness of the young public-funded student.

The roll call was surprisingly fast.

"Here!" After Zheng Qing answered, he did not sit down. Instead, his heart was filled with anger. He forced himself to speak: "Professor, Xin Banner accidentally took the wrong medicine yesterday... so his throat was injured. The doctor asked him to Don’t talk today.”

The other students turned around and looked curiously at the fat man who had taken the wrong medicine.

The orange cat showed no stage fright, nodded around with a calm expression, and pointed at his throat.

"I took the wrong medicine!" Professor Yao looked stunned. He hurriedly walked down the stage, came to Fatty Xin, touched his head, and asked gently: "Is it important? Do you have a sick note from the hospital? Do you need it? need to have a rest?"

Tuantuan's eyes narrowed as he was touched, and he snored comfortably.

Zheng Qing hurriedly poked it and said to the professor with a dry smile: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter...it's a small problem...you have to have a good rest today and just don't talk."

Tuantuan sat up straight, nodded solemnly, opened his mouth and said "ouch".

Zheng Qing couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.

"Oh, it looks like this!" Lao Yao continued to touch Tuantuan's head one after another, and warned him earnestly: "I remember Professor Li from the Department of Pharmacy said last time that it was you who stepped on a bowl of flowers in the medicine garden. , and then licked the plate for a week... Why are you always so careless? Although you are all adults, I know that many of you are living independently away from home for the first time, so you have to learn how to do it normally. take care!"

Tuantuan could sit upright at first, but as Lao Yao kept stroking him, he couldn't help but lay down on the table again, snoring happily.

Zheng Qing stood aside and explained dryly: "He took medicine in the morning and probably had some phlegm."

"Well, so do all of you." Old Yao glanced at Zheng Qing with a smile, which made his hair stand on end, and then added pointedly: "Don't think that you dare to do whatever you want because you are an adult. You should be a little in awe in your heart. Otherwise Today I’m just lying on the table, tomorrow I’ll be lying on the hospital bed!”

There was a noisy response in the classroom.

Old Yao raised his Dharma book, patted the young public-sponsored student's head gently but not harshly, turned around and walked back to the podium.

Zheng Qing covered his head and took a few breaths of cold air. Leng Buding saw Fatty Xin's furry tail protruding from the waistband of his trousers in front of him, and he quickly poked it again.

That ball of tail was instantly taken back by the fat cat.

"Originally I planned to teach you about the 'Yuanchen Guardian Curse' in this class, but everyone's condition in the morning was not very good... plus some people are sick!" Professor Yao said this, paused, and scanned Zheng Qing and Xin glanced at each other and continued: "In this case, let's move the content of this class to Wednesday for the time being."

"Yuanchen Guardian is a very, very important spell. This spell is related to your registration as a wizard and the ceremony for you to be promoted to a witch. So on Wednesday, everyone must come to class in the best condition. Do you understand? "

"clear!"

"knew!"

"Ouch!"

This time, there was a generally neat response from the audience.

"In this class, let's talk about the philosophy of magic."

Although Philosophy of Magic is only a general course taught by the whole school, the professors who teach it are senior professors from the four colleges. This course does not involve specific operations such as spells, prescriptions, charms, etc. It is just a very simple theoretical course, and the tutorials are relatively simple.

"But Professor!" Downton suddenly raised his hand, interrupting the professor's lecture: "What about the others?"

Although he didn't elaborate in more detail, everyone knew what the question meant.

The spell class is a small class, and the only people in the class are students from Astronomy Class 08-1.

Philosophy of Magic is a big class, and the people taking the class include not only students from Jiuyou College, but also some students from Starry Sky College, Alpha College of Law, and even some old students who failed the course in their sophomore and junior years and retaken it.

Therefore, faced with Lao Yao's willful adjustment of the class schedule, the class monitor expressed that he felt a little troubled: "Do I need to inform those students who have philosophy classes on Wednesday?"

"Also, how should I make notes on my daily class records..." Monitor Jiang Yu also raised his hand to express his helplessness.