It wasn't until he left Mr.'s class that Zheng Qing remembered another thing.

Towards the end of the second class he had given him, he had told him that next semester, Professor Yao would replace Ms. Shi Hui as the vice president of First University.

Originally, for Zheng Qing, this incident was just a very valuable piece of news.

But today, since knowing Professor Yao's true identity, Zheng Qing suddenly felt a little uneasy about the possibility mentioned by Mr. - is it really the right decision to let a big demon serve as the vice president of First University?

Inexplicably, he remembered a certain movie he had watched before, three years and three years, and then three years, the undercover agent became a gang boss, and then commanded his subordinates to get into the trap of the police.

This confusion was like a shark, jumping wildly in the young wizard's mind, gnawing at him, and every thought that came to Zheng Qing made Zheng Qing feel that everything was boring.

Hunting meetings, hunting dances, hunting paintings, handling hunting, hunting team building, etc., all the activities related to demon hunting, all those pictures that seem to make people's blood surge, those exciting songs, under the reflection of the mirror of 'truth', become clowns with grimaces.

They were all laughing at him.

"You've been in a bad state lately," Xiao Xiao looked at the unscrupulous public-funded students after finishing morning class on Sunday morning, and frowned: "Is it because of too much pressure from the final exam?"

Zheng Qing looked at a red-robed man who was training in the hunting array not far away, and shook his head numbly.

"That's because of Lin Guo's black goat," Fat Xin handed the millet porridge and pumpkin pie to the two companions who had just finished the morning class, and then patted his oily hands: "Don't care so much...... I can't find it for so long, and I must be lucky. Let's consider buying a new lamb for Lin Guo. ”

Lamb, black sheep, black goat, black goat of the forest, nicholas.

Scold.

Zheng Qing's mind slid through the above terms, took a bite of pumpkin pie, and chewed it, the taste was the same as chewing wax.

He glanced at the fat man enviously.

Fat people seem to have a good appetite whenever and wherever they are, and they have never been depressed because of stress. Even when I did the investigation report of the North District of Beta Town last year, when I was affected by the serious 'moral crisis' in the North District, I only ate one or two less rice at each meal.

Zheng Qing thought to himself that he couldn't do this.

"It has nothing to do with those things," the young student cheered up, took another bite of the pumpkin pie, chewed hard, and said vaguely, "...... Let's not talk about the bad stuff, finish your meal early and go to the library to review your homework. ”

Although the newspapers outside the school have repeatedly reported the threat of the gods, for the students of First University, especially Jiuyou College, the final exam of the first year in two weeks is the most important thing - even yesterday, Saturday night, the night patrol of Linzhong Lake, the school committee was very considerate to allow the junior students to take a vacation.

Even if the Sin Hunting Team needs to help Lin Guo find the lost black goat, they only choose a fragment of their free time. The hunters are still paying most of their attention to the final exams.

After hearing Zheng Qing's words, Fat Xin immediately came to his senses.

"Yes, you eat slowly, I'll take a seat first. With that, he hurriedly ran in the direction of the Shushan Pavilion. The reason why I got up so early today is to get a good place in the library.

Zheng Qing looked at his slightly clumsy back when he ran, and his mood was inexplicably better.

"Let's hurry up and eat too. He turned to Xiao Xiao and said.

Xiao Xiao raised his hand and showed the empty paper bag to the young public-funded student, and then poured out the soy milk in the cup in one go, and wiped his mouth.

"You, there is no 'we'," he corrected, "only you haven't finished eating." ”

......

Today is Sunday.

It wasn't even seven o'clock in the morning.

But on the way to the Shushan Pavilion, groups of young wizards holding various textbooks and review materials were in a hurry, and they couldn't see any of the joy and relaxation that the weekend should have.

Zheng Qing even noticed that many boys did not wash, and the stubble at the corners of their mouths and the eyelids at the corners of their eyes were clearly visible. Several of the students still had red marks on their faces that had been pressed out after the rattan mats had slept. It was clear that as soon as I got out of bed, I went straight to the library.

Urgency is contagious.

Zheng Qing poured into the library with the flow of people, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little more uneasy, and even the emptiness that was disturbed by the 'truth' in his mind before disappeared a lot.

"I had an ominous premonition. Zheng Qing walked on the bluestone road, looked at the crowded scene, and said subconsciously.

Xiao Xiao sighed approvingly.

"It was a bit more than expected. He lifted his glasses and muttered, "Maybe we should wake up earlier tomorrow." ”

No, not this 'ominous'.

Zheng Qing shook his head in his heart.

At the end of the bluestone road, a familiar figure appeared.

He was tall, with a somewhat hunched back, a smooth and shiny back, a pipe in his mouth, and a somewhat sallow face. Even though he was walking against the crowd, his wide robe still fluttered like a shadow behind him. The surging crowd split apart as it crashed into the shadow, sliding away on either side of him.

It's Professor Yao.

Zheng Qing's face turned a little pale.

Xiao Xiao followed his gaze and looked forward, and also noticed Professor Yao's figure.

"Hmm, Lao Yao has just come from the direction of Linzhong Lake," Xiao Xiao analyzed in a low voice: "Although everyone is rumoring that the tower on the island in the middle of the lake is the entrance to the Black Prison, the school has never officially recognized it...... I think meeting him here today can be regarded as a side evidence. ”

Zheng Qing didn't care about the bullshit side evidence at the entrance of the black prison at all.

All he could see in his eyes was that Lao Yao was walking through the crowd and smiling towards them. He felt like he was running out of breath.

It is true that Zheng Qing has always had a good impression of Professor Yao, but this favor has been smashed under the hammer called 'truth' of Mr.

It's like a neighbor who you often go to eat, and suddenly you know from your police uncle that he is a murderer on probation. It's a huge disparity that can make you have a heart attack.

"Good morning, Professor!"

"Good morning!

Zheng Qing hadn't done a good job of psychological construction, and the sound of greetings sounded in his ears one after another. Not only the red robes, but also the yellow robes and even the white robes mixed in with them also greeted Professor Yao politely.

This is the respect that students of First University have for the dean of the college.

The professor strode through the crowd, nodding his head from side to side. Zheng Qing stared at his face seriously for the first time. I don't know if it's psychological, but this time, when he stared at Professor Yao, he always felt that the smiling face on the professor's face was a little stiff, and there was an indescribable depression twisted between his eyebrows.

Before he could figure out a more subtle expression, Professor Yao paused as he passed by the two young wizards.

Zheng Qing's heart beat violently.

The professor turned his head, blinked his small dark eyes, raised his hand to remove the pipe he was biting in his mouth, and spat out a thick puff of smoke: "Are you going to the library?"