Chapter 153 The Beginning of the Eighth Week

It wasn't until the ghosts who attended the party returned, put on their armor again, and chased people around in the corridors with a swaying and clanking sound that a group of young wizards in Classroom 601 left the teaching building with exhausted bodies and minds.

But today's busyness is not over yet.

Because it will be October 20th in just over an hour.

This is Zheng Qing’s eighth Monday at First University.

The young public-sponsored student seemed to have just realized that he still had a lot of unfinished homework - even though he had the 'reference material' provided by Dr. Xiao Da, he could still only select some of the homework due tomorrow morning to prioritize.

For example, Lao Yao's analysis of the mantra "Haotian Yue Ming". The importance of this spell has been emphasized repeatedly in class by the professor. Various analysis and report assignments on this spell have been going on for several weeks. Even if Zheng Qing searches for it, it is difficult to find new words and phrases.

Another example is the 'double feces analysis' assigned by Professor Li Qihuang - this is a name privately chosen by the students. In fact, the professor just asked the students to analyze the relationship between the two medicinal herbs 'white clove' and 'chiyabai'. , whether 'Chiyabai' can be identified as a variant of 'White Clove'.

Of course, no matter how hard Zheng Qing struggled, time was never enough.

When he rubbed his sore arms, shook his sore neck, and staggered into the tent, the moon outside the window had already set behind the distant mountains, and the whole world was dark, as if it had fallen into endless silence.

The young public-sponsored student felt as if he had just put his head on the pillow when Fatty Xin's shouting could be heard in the dormitory.

"It's late! It's going to be late! Everyone, get up quickly!!"

"God, didn't you two go out to do morning classes today?!"

"It's over, it's over...if we are late, will Lao Yao deduct our credits?"

Zheng Qing listened to the fat man's noise in a daze, and his slow brain seemed to take a long time to react before suddenly starting up.

He sat up with a snap.

The bed beneath him suddenly let out an overwhelmed groan.

"what time is it?!"

The young public-funded student stuck his head out of the tent, thrashing about on the bed, trying hard to put on his robe, with a look of panic on his face.

His eyes haven't been fully opened yet, and one of his eyelids is drooped, while the other is raised to a slit, looking very ridiculous.

"Ten minutes to eight o'clock," Xiao Xiao said with a toothbrush in his mouth, messy hair, and two big bags under his eyes, quickly packing up homework and textbooks, "If you run faster, you should still be in time..."

"There's enough time, there's definitely time." Zheng Qing perked up and took out a handful of talisman papers from the gray cloth bag beside his pillow: "I still have a few inferior talismans here among the remaining 'Jiama Talisman' I practiced yesterday. I originally planned to use it up today... tie two on my legs, it will probably take up to three minutes from here to the classroom!"

The shelf life of inferior talismans is very short, so the price is very low and they have almost no selling value.

This is also the talisman that Zheng Qing consumes the most on a daily basis - talismans above the standard level, he will sell them directly to the wandering bar to accumulate capital for future wizard upgrade assessments.

"Local tycoon..." Fatty Xin took a few steps, rushed in front of Zheng Qing, grabbed two armor and horse talismans, immediately slapped them on his legs, and then rushed out the door.

His receding howl could be heard in the corridor outside the door: "I'll go and save a seat for you..."

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With the help of the armor and horse talisman, several young wizards in dormitory 403 finally sat in the classroom one minute before the bell rang.

As soon as Zheng Qing's butt touched the chair, all the bones in his body, including his energy and spirit, seemed to have been taken away by a mysterious existence, and he immediately collapsed on the table.

He didn't even have time to take out the Dharma book and the textbook "Standard Spells" from the gray cloth bag.

"I was doing homework yesterday, so I went to bed very late...Why didn't you get up this morning?" The public-funded student lay on the desk, eyes closed, and feebly asked the doctor next to him.

"I took a dose of sleeping pills before going to bed yesterday. Maybe the 'Lantana' in it has expired and the medicine is a bit strong..." Xiao Xiao lay on the table, his head resting on his arms, and his voice sounded gloomy.

Zheng Qing snorted, indicating that he understood.

He also wanted to take a few minutes to take a nap before Lao Yao entered the classroom, so as to prevent his eyelids from fighting in class.

But this little wish is destined to fail to come true.

Because I came late today, the 'premium' seats in the back row of the classroom have been taken up by others.

Fatty Xin only occupied three or four rows in the center of the classroom.

For Zheng Qing, this was a really bad choice - the front row was too close to the classroom door, and the little stick figure behind the door could see him without even lifting his toes.

Given that last night, he had put a tablecloth over the head of the stick figure, offending that little man with a bad temper and bad character. So when the public-funded students entered the door today, they received an endless stream of 'greetings' from 'simple figures'.

From the dull hair on Zheng Qing's head, to his red eye, to the cufflinks on his robe, the stick figure used all kinds of derogatory words on the sleepy young wizard.

It wasn't until squad leader Jiang threatened to throw a piece of chalk at it that the little stick figure calmed down a little.

It just stopped a little.

If people sitting in the front row pay more attention, they can still see the stick figure with a bulging face, a mouth made of a thin line, and a silent curse.

Although for Zheng Qing, the seats in the first few rows were not so friendly. But for Fatty Xin, these seats are not that bad.

Because as usual, the center of the front row is occupied by the witches in the class, including Li Meng’s little luoli.

Sitting behind them, Fatty seemed to have entered spring early and looked particularly excited.

Li Meng just asked out of curiosity, 'Why are you so late today? ’

Then I received the fat man's eloquent explanation.

From Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao not showing up for morning class this morning, to last night's hunting team test until 10:30, to yesterday afternoon's ruling that the hunting team helped You Zui train, the little witch's eyes straightened and she regretted it all - if Instead of the little stick figure behind the classroom door shouting "The professor is here", the fat man's explanation can probably be traced back to the opening ceremony of the school hunting party last Thursday.

"good morning everyone!"

Lao Yao, as always, pushed open the classroom door and strode onto the podium.

He seemed to be in a very good mood, with a smile on his face, and he was even in the mood to make a joke to the boys:

"The hunting moon is the most intensive time of the year for dance parties... If you can't date a girl during this period, then you are destined to be lonely for a lifetime... But as your counselor, I can teach you some tips."

"This is a unique skill that has been passed down by word of mouth from previous students, and most people don't know it."

The atmosphere in the classroom stagnated and suddenly became subtle.

The witches lowered their heads one after another, with awkward yet polite smiles on their faces; the boys involuntarily stood up and straightened their ears.

Old Yao coughed lightly:

"Well, single wizards can go to the petting zoo and see if there are any puppies for rent."

"Then fill out an application form and take the puppy for a walk on campus."

"When you see a girl you like, walk up to her boldly and politely ask, 'Have you got a dog? Spring is here, and my little dog is still single...'"

The classroom was quiet for a few seconds, and then burst into laughter.

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