Three hours is not long, but it is not short.

When Zheng Qing finished writing a complete set of runes, the time was already close to noon. He put down the talisman pen, stretched his waist, then stood up, crossed his fingers, shook his neck and shoulders, and after following the routine of 'no fist', he finally relaxed and let out a long breath.

It's been a long time since I've spent so much energy writing a whole set of talismans, I don't know if it's an illusion, after writing, Zheng Qing not only didn't feel too tired, but felt refreshed and refreshed.

After stretching, he pressed his hand on the talisman that was neither thick nor thin, and felt the slightly slippery texture on the surface of the yellow paper, and the satisfaction in his heart was about to burst out.

"You're wonderful!" he whispered to himself, and then immediately looked cautiously to the left and right, lest his shameful act be discovered.

Fortunately, the seat he chose was located in the corner between several bookshelves, except for the near window, where you could faintly see the students passing by, there was no trace of people in other directions. Naturally, no one will jump out and laugh at the narcissism of young government-funded students.

While strolling around, Zheng Qing reached into his gray cloth bag and took out the silver-white pocket watch.

It's a new habit he's developed.

These days, when he was reviewing his homework, he would take out this pocket watch from time to time and poke his fingers on the dial, hoping that one day, his fingers would poke into the glass cover of the dial like Mr. Wu, and then turn the hour or minute hand of the pocket watch back a few times.

Of course, he himself knows that this is just wishful thinking. Without great magic and the right way to use it, he couldn't easily pull the timeline back.

But like the gamblers who buy lottery tickets and go to the casino, what if they succeed? Moreover, he has an advantage over those gamblers in that he does not lose a copper by poking his finger at his pocket watch.

Perhaps it was moved by his perseverance.

But it's more likely to be annoying.

Today, Zheng Qing once again took out the silver pocket watch from the gray cloth bag, and after habitually poking it, the silver cover that had just been opened suddenly buckled back inward.

"Click!"

"Hold the Grass !!"

The crisp closing of the lid was accompanied by the whispering screams of the young scholarship student breaking the silence in the library.

Zheng Qing looked around nervously, lest the octopus in the library emerge from a corner and drag him out, gasping for air, and carefully pulled his fingers out from under the cover.

Not surprisingly, a deep blood mark was pinched between his fingers.

It's like being bitten by a toothless mouse.

The witch kissed his fingers, held up the watch, held it up to the light, and looked at it suspiciously.

This is something that has never happened before.

For a long time, the cover of this watch has been artificially opened and closed, and there is no mechanism installed on it, and there is no magic pattern or formation attached to it.

After a few seconds, the pocket watch remained motionless in the palm of his hand, as always.

Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment, and tried to press the button at the pull ring - this is the switch of the pocket watch, under normal circumstances, the cover will automatically pop up when he presses it lightly - but today, no matter how he pressed, the silver cover remained motionless and never bounced open, as if the spring inside was stuck due to rust.

The young student raised his eyebrows and pressed harder and harder.

Xu was impatient to be pressed.

An angry silver-white face suddenly appeared on the silver-white cover of the pocket watch

(▼Dish▼#):

"Excuse me!" The silver-white face shouted in a subtle voice: "If you don't plan to look at the time, can you not always poke me in the stomach?! It's very itchy, it's good!!It's easy to interfere with my perception of time if you poke too much! This is a great disrespect for time!!

The faint roar mixed with the 'tick-tock' sound of the watch hands is particularly strange.

Zheng Qing blinked.

After seeing the talking mirrors, the watering cans and pickaxes that can scold the street, and the stick figure villains who can deceive people, Zheng Qing was not frightened when he saw a pocket watch yelling at him.

At best, he was only somewhat surprised that his pocket watch was suddenly able to speak.

"Can you speak?" asked the young student calmly but rudely.

"How fresh!" the face on the pocket watch rolled its eyes suspiciously—an expression that required a lot of careful attention to discern, as it had a silvery-white face. Zheng Qing guessed based on the movement of its eyelids turning up and the corners of its mouth turning down.

After rolling his eyes, the pocket watch continued to complain: "...... Is it unusual to have a talking pocket watch in the wizarding world?"

"It's not unusual, but why did you suddenly start talking today?" Zheng Qing ignored the pocket watch's complaints, and continued to pretend to be calm and analyzed—now, he had to work very hard to control the corners of his mouth from rising too much.

In any case, it is a cause for joy that this pocket watch suddenly shows something out of the norm.

"Because I'm usually busy calculating, I don't have time to speak!" the silver pocket watch continued to droop his face, and his tone was not good.

"Got time today?"

"There has to be time. The eyes of the pocket watch were squeezed into a triangle again, and the mouth became a dish-shape: "I must remind you that the pocket watch is for checking the time, not for poking!"

"So if you want to poke something, why not buy a screaming chicken?"

"Screaming chickens are squeezed, not poked. Zheng Qing kindly reminded him.

"Is this the point?!" the eyes of the pocket watch were drawn into a thin slit (╬ ̄ ̄ ̄): "This watch solemnly reminds the watch owner that if it is not necessary for timekeeping, please do not poke the case at will, otherwise it will have a bad impact on the timekeeper and bear the consequences." ”

With that, the silvery-white face on the lid faded into obscurity, and it looked like it was about to sink back into the case.

"Wait!" The young public scholarship student suddenly became anxious, shook the pocket watch in his hand vigorously, and shouted, "Don't go yet!!"

The silvery-white face didn't linger for the slightest, and continued to disappear.

Zheng Qing was in a hurry for a while, and couldn't help but grab his law book and pat his pocket watch a few times.

The 'ticking' sound of the pocket watch was faintly disturbed for a moment.

In the next second, a silver-white figure with a length of a centimeter jumped out of his pocket watch, waved a fist the size of a mung bean, and smashed it viciously on the young wizard's face, while screaming: "You!

"Boom!"

As if he had been hit head-on by a big hammer, Zheng Qing's eyes darkened, and he sat on the floor.

It took a while to come to his senses.

When he came back to his senses, the pocket watch was sitting motionless at the desk, without a trace of movement. It was as if the roaring face and the little silver man who punched at him were hallucinations.

Zheng Qing shook his head and patted his ears.

Seems to have a bit of tinnitus?

His face crumpled, tilted his head, and he patted his cheek again, suspecting that he was hallucinating from a concussion. Because he seemed to have heard someone shouting his name just now? You know, this is a library, a place that is very quiet and atmospheric, and no one can shout.

Not to mention calling your own name.

But in the next second, Zheng Qing's face turned dark, and he suddenly turned around and looked in the direction where the exit of the library was located.

Because what he just heard was not a delusion.

There was indeed a familiar voice yelling in the library, and it was still his name.

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