As usual, Lao Yao habitually emphasized the nonsense of studying hard and paying attention to safety at the regular meeting on Sunday, and at the same time announced the results of the midterm exams - because they are all random exams, and the test results have little impact on the final credits, plus the impact of Hunting Moon, so everyone is not particularly concerned about these results.

Unlike usual, at today's regular meeting, Lao Yao did not check everyone's weekly life diary - which made many people breathe a sigh of relief - he specially took half an hour to praise the hunters who participated in the freshman competition.

Among them are Zheng Qing and others, who won the first place in the freshman competition, as well as Downton and others who have not won anything in the hunting competition and have not even experienced 'death'.

It's just that although he spits on the podium, he still can't stop some people from being in a daze, wandering their minds, and chatting.

It's like a fat man.

As a cutting-edge reporter for the No. 1 school newspaper, Fat Man has a pair of eyes that are good at discovering, as well as an unmatched, exuberant curiosity. So much so that when Lao Yao was still babbling on the podium, he couldn't help but tilt his head and repeatedly harass the young public-funded students who were diagonally behind.

"You... Finally... Follow... Jiang... Jade... What for... went?!"

The fat man opened his greasy mouth and laboriously mouth-shaped, trying to conduct a quiet interview.

Zheng Qing drooped his eyelids, ignored him, and let the fat man squeeze his eyebrows in front of him and make all kinds of strange things, just keep his head down and silently recite the "Paroparamita Heart Sutra".

This sutra was given to him by the little monk Shiyuan to regulate his mood and calm his spirit. Although the scriptures were short, Zheng Qing found that his mental state had indeed improved after reading them regularly—at least in terms of promoting sleep, the effect of this sutra was much stronger than that of the meditation talisman.

However, when chanting the scriptures tonight, for some reason, Zheng Qing always felt that he had a sense of absent-mindedness, and he would unconsciously serial when he read it! This made the young wizard feel a little headache.

After repeating it several times, he finally gave up his insistence, grabbed the quill, poked Dr. Xiao next to him, and whispered, "Hey, have you ever been to Atlas?"

"What are you doing?!" Xiao Xiao squinted and glanced at him.

Zheng Qing raised the booklet in his hand.

"It's that copy of the "Many Heart Sutras", which I always feel a little strange when I read it lately. The young scholar hesitated, choosing the appropriate word: "I mean, go to Atlas and find the little monk of Shiyuan and see if he has any suggestions." ”

"If you can't find it, there should be a lot of 'masters' over there, and listening to their lectures may be able to touch the same path. ”

Xiao Xiao sat up straight, took the booklet in Zheng Qing's hand, flipped through it, and finally shook his head: "Atlas is more xenophobic...... Didn't you notice that most of the classes at First University were arranged in the bishop's buildings of the Nine Colleges and the Alpha Academy? ”

"If you have any questions, we can find Shi Yuan. Anyway, he is also a member of the Knights of the Guilty Order, and it just so happens that we are going to have a 'spending conference' this time, so we can kill two birds with one stone......"

Zheng Qing sighed deeply.

"Originally, I wanted to go to Atlas to see it. The public scholarship student explained in a slightly regretful tone: "When I was in the hunting ground, I once made a wish that if I could escape safely, I would put incense on the gods and Buddhas...... I figured out that in the entire First University, the place with the most complete statues of gods should be Atlas. That's why I wanted to go there and make a wish. ”

Xiao Xiao tilted his head, trying not to hum the contemptuous voice out of his nose.

When it came to the hunting ground, Zheng Qing couldn't help but think of hunting, and then remembered his experience of fighting demons, his slingshot and talismans, and the Colt python that Jiang Yu gave him this afternoon.

Then he remembered something else.

"Did you know that wizards began to use bows and arrows to cast talismans thousands of years ago?" the young scholar asked Xiao Xiao in a questioning tone.

"It's common sense. Dr. Xiao sat upright, looking at the blackboard with a serious face, and replied with the corners of his mouth squirming.

"Then do you know the talisman gun?" Zheng Qing continued to ask in a low voice.

"Does anyone not know?" Xiao Xiao finally turned his face, his face was full of surprise, and he felt that the problem of the public scholarship student was a little inexplicable: "One of the largest businesses of Martin Thor Alchemy Company is the manufacture of talisman guns, and famous brands such as Colt and Remington are under its name...... Martin Toll, you know, our admission plane was refined by this company. ”

"I don't know!" the young public physiology glared at him and whispered, "Since the wizarding world has long had talisman guns, talisman bullets, and bow and arrow projection talismans, why did you ask me to apply for any patent in the first place...... Wouldn't it be as funny if I did that as if I had sharpened a wheel out of wood and applied for a modern patent?!"

"Wheels? What does this have to do with wheels. Xiao Xiao helped his glasses: "What I asked you to apply for is a Fu Bomb patent." When you make a rune, the unique runes and structures you use are very innovative...... If you apply, I'm sure Martin Thor Alchemy will be willing to pay you an objective royalty. ”

"Wheels have been around for thousands of years, and you can't patent them for what they look and do. But different wheels vary in terms of specifications such as hubs, tires, bearings, etc...... These details are the direction of innovation, and there is no problem at all in applying for some patents......"

"Knock knock!"

The sudden knock on the door interrupted Lao Yao's incessant chatter on the podium, and also startled many students who were making small gestures under the podium - including Zheng Qing, who was chatting.

When everyone sat up straight, their eyes converged on the door, and saw the identity of the person who knocked on the door, the young public scholarship student suddenly felt the urge to get under the table.

It's just that his impulse came a little late.

"Good evening, Professor. Excuse me. At the door, a young witch wearing a black maid's skirt saluted in a proper manner, and asked Lao Yao in a soft voice, "Excuse me, is Zheng Qing in this classroom?"

Lao Yao tilted his head, raised his eyebrows, looked at the young maid curiously, and then turned his gaze to the back row of the classroom.

"Zheng Qing?" The professor raised his arm and waved his hand: "Let's go first, let's go...... There was nothing else to do with the regular meeting. ”

In the classroom, everyone's eyes once again turned to the back row of the classroom.

Fat Xin could finally turn his head openly and greet the young public-funded student.

"Brother Qing, someone is looking for you!" the fat man shouted loudly, with a malicious smile on his face, and at the same time, he didn't forget to lean out and raise his arm high: "Professor, Zheng Qing is here!"

Zheng Qing didn't squeak, just blackened his face, pulled the sundries on the desk into the gray cloth bag, and then lowered his head, trotted, and ran out of the classroom.