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The warm sunlight shines through the tall glass windows, casting a faint white spot in the classroom. These spots of light trembled slightly as the breeze blew through the window, like pieces of transparent jelly, which was coveted.

Lao Yao grabbed a black pipe and leaned against the window. Pale blue smoke twisted in the sunlight, and his large, oily back loomed in the curling smoke.

He leaned across the podium, drooping his eyelids, his already small eyes almost narrowed into a slit, making people feel like he was napping.

Of course, this is an illusion.

After each freshman introduced himself, Lao Yao would knock on his pipe, flip through the roster, and name the next person on stage.

He is called by the results of the college entrance examination.

It's easy to tell.

Under the guidance of the first few freshmen, the later newcomers will add their college entrance examination results at the end of their self-introduction.

These results are like business cards of different colors, which are received by a pair of scrutinizing eyes, put away, and stuffed into different compartments of the wallet.

Zheng Qing tilted his head, staring at the podium unfocused, his fingers twisting the mouth of the gray cloth bag.

Will Jiang Yu throw himself an application for a duel after class?

Do you want to run away after the bell rings?

His brain was gurgling and bubbling.

Fight with a girl, and if you say it, you will be laughed to death.

If you win, you have nothing to show off, and you will even be despised, and if you lose, Zheng Qing believes that many people will not hesitate to give themselves a piece of tofu.

Maybe everywhere you go, you will be secretly poked and poked, and whisper:

Look, that guy fights with girl!

Zheng Qing rubbed his face and sighed.

This kind of business that will lose money if you win or lose, only a fool will do it.

He turned his gaze to the long back of the first row, wondering if there was a more elegant way to abstain.

Jiang Yu sat upright in his seat, his long black hair hanging down softly behind him. She turned her face sideways, revealing a delicate nose and reddish lips, as well as a small piece of neck as white as jade.

looks quite peugeot, why is the temper so short-tempered.

Zheng Qing looked at the back intently.

Her college entrance examination score was 475, only five points lower than herself. The third place of the freshmen, what is there to be dissatisfied with!

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom, waking up the wandering voyeur.

He looked up in a panic.

It turned out that there was a freshman who was too nervous, and when he came to the stage, he went all the way, causing the whole class to burst into laughter.

Not far away, Xiao Xiaohu glanced at Zheng Qing suspiciously.

Zheng Qing swallowed a mouthful of saliva, blinked, and asked in a low voice, "Why hasn't it reached you yet?"

Xiao Xiao pointed to his ear, indicating that he did not hear clearly.

He sat on the innermost side of the row of seats, and Zheng Qing sat on the outermost side, and there were four or five empty seats between the two.

"Ahem. Lao Yao's gentle coughing sound came from the podium.

Zheng Qing hurriedly sat up straight.

Lao Yao's face was hidden in the swirling pale blue smoke, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. I could only faintly see a smile on the corner of his mouth, and a pipe that trembled slightly as his head shook.

There was a rustling sound in my ears.

Zheng Qing looked at the thin boy named Duan Xiaojian on the podium, and his brain spun rapidly.

There have been more than a dozen freshmen who have introduced themselves on it, but Lao Yao has never called Xiao Xiao's name. According to Zheng Qing's speculation on this living dictionary, his wizard college entrance examination score should not be so low.

Before Xiao Xiao denied it, Zheng Qing always thought that he was the legendary No. 1 public-funded student.

A small thing pushed against his arm, interrupting his guessing.

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.

It's a paper turtle.

On the back of the turtle, you can also clearly see the dark gray horizontal lines and footnotes of the notebook paper.

The paper turtle stretched its neck and slowly rolled over, revealing its smooth belly. There is a big question mark on it with a brush.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but smile and glanced at Xiao Xiao.

The watermelon-headed boy lifted his glasses and sat upright, looking at the podium with a solemn expression.

"What is your college entrance examination score?"

Zheng Qing dismantled the paper turtle, and after writing his question on it, he hesitated.

He doesn't know how to origami turtles.

But will fold frogs.

A few seconds later, a paper frog staggered along the desk and crawled towards Xiao Xiao, crawling in the same way as the paper turtle.

Soon, the paper turtle crawled back in front of Zheng Qing's eyes.

“0。 ”

Zheng Qing's eyes widened, licking the brush and hesitating for a few minutes, letting the frog crawl towards Xiao Xiao with a string of question marks.

"I'm a special student and haven't taken the wizarding college entrance exam. So there are no grades. ”

The paper turtle was crumpled in Zheng Qing's hand, spread out, and folded into neat squares.

Then he reopened the paper, re-spread it, and folded it again.

He had many questions he wanted to ask Xiao Xiao, but he didn't know where to start.

The fat man in the front row arched the narrow desk, stood up, and walked towards the podium with his fat buttocks.

Zheng Qing retracted his thoughts and applauded warmly with the boys.

By the window, Lao Yao nodded slightly, signaling that Fat Xin could start.

"My name is Sheen Banner Schmidt-Bayer, Worms from the Rheinland, you can just call me Sheen. I don't have pets, I love good food, and I'm good at finding the most characteristic food in every new place. ”

The fat man scratched his short hair. A flying debris fluttered in the sunlight, which was very conspicuous.

Several girls in the front row waved their hands in disgust.

Zheng Qing covered his face and couldn't bear to look at it directly.

The fat man didn't notice it at all, but instead waved his fist in an excited tone and shouted loudly: "My dream is to become a great wizard!

"Everyone is my overseer!"

"Here's my promise!"

With that, he strode off the podium and walked unusually dashing towards his seat.

The classroom erupted in hesitant, somewhat sparse applause.

And soon, the applause stopped again.

Because the fat man Xin, who had just stepped off the podium, trotted back behind the podium.

He squirmed and added:

"My college entrance examination score was 410 points. Oh yes, I'm a blue giant. I hope to be good friends with all of you, thank you!"

Zheng Qing didn't care about Fat Xin's last performance.

He had just realized a new problem and sent Xiao Xiao a crawling frog again:

"Are wizards also ranked?"

This time, Xiao Xiao's reply was a little slow.

It wasn't until another freshman came down from the podium that the paper turtle dragged its soft steps to Zheng Qing's hands.

After dismantling the tortoise, a large text appeared in front of Zheng Qing:

"Of course there is a difference in rank between wizards. As long as consciousness exists, there must be such a distinction. ”

"Around the world, wizards have a variety of different professions or identities. For example, monks, priests, ninjas, black knights, etc., each class has its own unique hierarchy. ”

"But for the Wizarding Alliance, wizards are generally only divided into three levels: wizards, registered wizards, and great wizards. ”

The handwriting in this reply is a bit small and sloppy, and Zheng Qing needs to work hard to distinguish it.