Chapter 228 Life Lesson

All public-funded students of First University must attend the ‘Campus Cup’ dance on Saturday night.

Zheng Qing only learned about this in life class on Thursday afternoon.

Although the life class only has a half-year course schedule and only one three-and-a-half-hour class per week, for students in the first half of the freshman year, this course is almost as important as talismology, astronomy, and arithmetic. What a difference.

This is because most of the students at First University are living independently away from their parents for the first time, so the school has the responsibility to teach everyone some daily life magic - such as commonly used escape spells, communication spells, and repair spells. , and cleaning spells, etc. - to ensure that no one is running around campus in dirty robes because they can't do laundry.

That is a disgrace to all wizards.

In view of the importance and necessity of this course, First University has included it as a compulsory course for the whole school, which is a general education course with sufficient preparation in the curriculum. This means that every new student admitted must obtain a passing grade or above in this course.

The life class is held in Room 402, west of the teaching building. It is a small classroom, but it is also a professional classroom.

In addition to the tables, chairs, benches and blackboard desks required for normal classes, the classroom also has an independent washbasin next to each desk and three brass faucets that provide water at different temperatures.

In late autumn, the afternoon sun is no longer so dazzling.

Because the tall glass windows isolate the cold wind outside, the entire classroom can only feel the warmth of autumn, but not the bleakness of the autumn wind. This gave Zheng Qing, who was standing in front of the washstand, a strong, drowsy feeling.

Especially when the autumn wind blew against the windows, the glass and window edges made a rhythmic clicking sound, like a continuous hypnotic spell, which intensified his feeling.

"I think you should ask for sick leave from Professor Tian. Your face looks ugly." Xiao Xiao stood next to Zheng Qing, his lips moved slightly, and he suggested in a low voice: "If you fall asleep standing up, the professor will not be happy." of."

Professor Tian is the professor of the life class. She is an old woman with a kind face but a hunched back.

She was always accustomed to holding a cane that was thick at the top and thin at the bottom, walking slowly around the classroom, carefully looking at each student's learning results with the monocle held in her other hand.

When she encounters an undesirable situation, she is always not afraid to wave the cane in her hand and 'knock' the backs of these young wizards hard. Although it hurts, it will not hurt at all - and the Professors' Joint Conference seems to turn a blind eye to this situation. , the school also turns a deaf ear to hundreds of complaint letters every year.

This makes many young people taking life classes angry and a little more fearful.

As a publicly-funded student of Jiuyou College, Zheng Qing has not yet suffered from Professor Tian's cane, and he does not want to make the professor angry because of a stupid persistence.

Hearing Xiao Xiao's reminder, the young public-funded student blinked hard, took a few deep breaths, and tried to open his eyes.

On the podium, Professor Tian was slowly writing mantras on the blackboard with his back to everyone. It seemed that he was writing in a hurry and could not finish it for a while.

"Forget it." Zheng Qing hesitated for a few seconds, and finally gave up the idea of ​​disturbing the professor's interest, and shook his head: "Maybe it was just that I was a little late in training yesterday... Just take it slow."

There are less than three days until the Freshman Hunting Competition.

With the help of the Judgment Hunting Team and Deng Zi, the Exoneration Hunting Team spends almost ten hours on training every day. In addition to the seven or eight hours of class, eating, and doing homework, the hunters who are forgiven are barely given five hours of sleep and rest every day.

This almost perverted training plan has been going on for almost a week.

"There are still three days left. It doesn't matter if you keep at it." Zheng Qingxu stared, feeling like he could faint and die in class at any time.

"Everyone has the same training, and the ruling party has also provided us with energy potions... but your situation is particularly bad." Fatty Xin in the front row tilted his head back and whispered, "Could it be? Because your shadow was cut off?"

Zheng Qing wrinkled his nose, lowered his head, and glanced at the soles of his feet.

The afternoon sun shines through the tall glass windows and onto the floor, leaving a swaying, water-like halo. Anyone standing in the halo, whether it is tables, chairs, students, or professors, will leave behind a dark shadow.

Except Zheng Qing.

Last week, while visiting Su Shijun's dimensional evolution laboratory, his shadow was 'cheated' away by a contract from the beautiful Su. This has made young public-funded students feel uncomfortable recently.

"It shouldn't be." Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "Didn't Dylan say that? Without a shadow, you will only feel a slight allergy to the sun, and there will be no other negative effects..."

As another shadowless member of dormitory 403, Mr. Vampire Werewolf has considerable say in this regard.

"You are different from him," Xiao Xiao shook his head: "Vampires are born without shadows... and you do have a shadow, but the shadow has been 'deprived'... Who knows whether this kind of magic will have any negative effects Woolen cloth?"

"Maybe you should talk to Miss Su about this matter." Zhang Jixin finally couldn't help but turned his head and looked at the public-funded student eagerly: "When are you going? I can be your bodyguard!"

"And me, and me!" Fatty Xin said repeatedly, not to be outdone.

The corners of Zheng Qing's mouth twitched and he smiled weakly.

"Let's wait until the freshman hunt is over." He sighed slightly: "Anyway, there are only two or three days left. I can still hold on at this time... At worst, I won't go to the dance on Saturday night. I will be in the dormitory. Get some more sleep."

"It's okay if you don't go." Fatty Xin pinched his chin and nodded thoughtfully: "Ever since Lao Yao warned everyone in the spell class on Monday not to mess with anything at the dance, I always have a feeling of trepidation. …It always feels like something is going to happen. It’s okay not to go.”

"Dong dong dong!"

There were several sounds of heavy wooden sticks hitting the ground on the podium.

"The young gentlemen sitting in the back, please keep quiet." Professor Tian looked at the wizards with a smile, and stomped the cane in his hand, attracting the attention of the students.

The other heads all turned back to look at the wizards, and then they all turned back and looked quietly at the professor on the podium.

Professor Tian seemed to be in a good mood and did not angrily walk down from the platform and beat several wizards.

"Today we learn a 'Cleaning Spell'... It will be the 'College Cup' dance soon. I believe everyone wants to be clean and dance with their partners under the moonlight... instead of wearing smelly robes. Like a dung beetle crawling out of a cesspool.”

As she spoke, the old woman stomped the cane in her hand again.

In the washbasin in front of everyone, there was a pile of dirty and smelly robes.