Chapter 102 The Professor’s Confusion

In winter, it snows.

The grass should wither and turn yellow, the trees should lose their leaves, the weather should be cold and the ground should freeze, and everything should become lonely.

Spring is the season of rebirth of life.

The weeds sprouted buds again, the trees regained their vitality, the sun stayed in the sky longer and longer, and the hibernating creatures stretched out and crawled out of their caves and nests.

Today is December 7th, a lunar solar term with heavy snow. There is no doubt that it belongs to the winter season - Zheng Qing was very sure of this, because a few hours ago, he and Nicholas discussed the different classifications and characteristics of snowmen. .

But now, the young public-funded student, who had just woken up from his drowsiness, began to have doubts about his memory.

Because around him, on the shores of Linzhong Lake, the originally dry world suddenly became full of vitality.

The lake water seems to have become clearer, tender green shoots are sprouting from the bare shrub branches, and there are touches of fresh color in the gray wild grass. There were some tiny white flowers mixed in the grass, and the breeze seemed to carry a hint of sweetness.

Everything announced to the young public-funded student a world completely different from his impression.

"This... this..." Zheng Qing looked around and was speechless for a long time.

"This is an accident." Professor Yao obviously knew the reason for their shock. He shook his hands, took out a small cluster of golden tobacco from his arms, stuffed it into his pipe, and sighed deeply at the same time: "...You can understand it as an accident of a magic experiment."

What magical experiment would have the effect of changing the world and changing the seasons? !

Zheng Qing didn't know and couldn't imagine it.

Although in Su Shijun's laboratory, he had seen all kinds of wonders of the two-dimensional world, in the final analysis, the interference effect of those experiments on reality was very limited - just like an erotic dream, a movie, or a book. The bizarre, twists and turns are, after all, outside his world and within the scope of his understanding.

But now, in the world he lives in, this almost miraculous phenomenon has occurred, and he can't help but feel terrified.

A spark suddenly emerged from the void and slowly fell on the tobacco in the professor's pipe. A curl of green smoke immediately rose, accompanied by a hazy firelight, lingering around the professor.

"Fur..."

Professor Yao took a long drag on his cigarette, with a satisfied expression on his face.

"Don't worry, it's just a small matter, and the impact is not large. The school will fix this bug soon." The professor raised his hand and waved back casually.

Zheng Qing noticed that behind the professor and surrounding Linzhong Lake, there were many shadowy wizards in black robes standing, holding up Dharma books and reciting some incantations in unison. With their spells, the original warm feeling between heaven and earth is passing quickly, including the green in the grass, the fragrance of flowers in the breeze, etc. These spring colors are fading little by little.

"...Compared with that, what I want to know more is why you are here." As he said this, Professor Yao retracted his arms, hugged them in front of his chest, and his tone became slightly more serious: "Also, what did you just do? What did you see?"

Listening to his serious tone, Zheng Qing couldn't help but become nervous.

He glanced at the gypsy witch uneasily.

I don't know if it was because of the fright, but Elena was lowering her head and looking blankly at the bare lake, seemingly not paying attention to the professor's question at all.

The wizard couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart.

"We have just arrived here not long ago, and we haven't seen anything weird." Zheng Qing described what he saw and heard at the lakeside, including the deserted boat, the glowing white pagoda, and the terrifying Magical fluctuations, all kinds of things.

Finally, he asked in a confused tone: "As for why we are here...Isn't this a public place in the school? You can come at any time...I haven't heard that you are not allowed to come to the lake on snowy days. Ban it. We just came to the lake to relax and take a walk after dinner.”

This answer obviously choked Professor Yao.

He stared at the young public-sponsored students with a pair of small dark eyes. After a few minutes, he continued to ask: "You just came here directly? I mean, you didn't think of anything important after you got here. , do you need to do it quickly?”

"Is it important?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows, his expression was a little subtle, and he emphasized firmly: "Today is the weekend, and I have finished my homework. Is there anything else that is important?"

Professor Yao grabbed his pipe with a toothache expression on his face.

"It shouldn't be...how could there be such a loophole?" He muttered to himself, frowning, as if he was troubled by some problem.

"Is there anything wrong?" Young Gongfei finally couldn't help it and asked in a low voice.

"No? That's so wrong." The professor put the pipe into his mouth and explained vaguely: "Didn't you notice that there is no one else at the lake except you today?... For safety reasons, the school is in Linzhong Lake A large-scale expulsion spell has been cast nearby. From two o'clock in the afternoon to six o'clock in the evening, anyone near the lake will leave in a hurry because of some urgent matters. "

"Theoretically, it's impossible for you to get close to the lake. Let alone take a walk by the lake."

When Zheng Qing heard this, his face suddenly wrinkled - he always hated this kind of 'self-special' situation, because it usually meant trouble. And he hated trouble.

"Perhaps for us, taking a short time to take a walk by the lake is the most important thing today." The voice of the gypsy witch suddenly sounded softly next to her.

Zheng Qing was stunned when he heard this, then a bright smile appeared on his face, and he nodded hurriedly with an expression of great agreement.

He turned around and saw that the witch was sitting on her knees in the withered grass nearby, with a green blade of grass entwined between her fingers. And a certain knotted cobra had spread out unknowingly, lying docilely at her feet, like a harmless hemp rope. If it weren't for the trace of blood from the flower-skinned frog hanging from the corner of its mouth, I'm afraid even Zheng Qing would have been fooled by this long insect's lazy behavior.

After hearing the witch's explanation, Professor Yao had a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense at all." He shook his head repeatedly and did not accept the witch's explanation. But when he looked at the young public-funded student again, a sudden realization appeared on his face: "Unless..."

Unless something else, the professor didn't finish.

Zheng Qing's attention also shifted away from the professor.

Because when he and the witch looked at each other just now, the witch seemed to be startled by something. With a shake of her hand, she broke off the blade of grass that had been wrapped around her fingertips several times.