The sudden, short-lived destruction in the northern part of Beta Town did not cause a ripple on the campus of First University.

On the one hand, the Trident Sword or the investigators of the school committee did not appear at the scene of the accident, and on the other hand, the proud sons of heaven who were high in the ivory tower rarely paid their attention to the depression of magic.

Of course, the main reason is that before the others noticed the 'small' accident, Huang Huaci had already dragged Mr. Wu's projection out of the void and turned back the time for a few minutes with Zheng Qing's silver pocket watch.

This backtracking is a 'selective backtrack', and Mister only restored the streets to their original state, and the few dead magicians and the vague shadow of the outer gods did not come back to life with Mister's magic.

Whenever he thought of this, Zheng Qing always felt a burning feeling in his heart.

This feeling became especially clear when I walked through the Nine Talents School on Monday morning.

Because he felt that he was extremely hypocritical.

He could run around for the life and death of a few elves, but he didn't feel any grief after the death of the tricksters in front of him—so much so that he wondered if the gentleman had done something to repair his body.

It's just that after adjusting the time, the gentleman left straight away, without giving the boy more opportunities to ask.

This made him more and more frustrated.

"It's not your fault," Jiang Yu whispered to comfort the boy before parting last night, "When they used the sacrificial magic, they had already accepted the possible consequences...... Any sacrifice comes at a price. ”

This comfort is like the only plum left in the desert when you are hungry and thirsty, so that the mouth of the young public student is always happy, and he does not lose his life under the attack of heat and thirst.

Therefore, in the spell class on Monday morning, the first time he saw Jiang Yu, Zheng Qing showed a bright smile like relief on his face. This smiling face made the witch a little baffled.

"Is my hairstyle ridiculous today?" she touched her bun, turned her head and whispered to Li Meng.

Today, Jiang Yu did not simply wear his long hair as in the past, but spent a little time combing a variant of crown braids - that is, shawls on both sides, and a circle of crown braided hairstyles between his hair.

This hairstyle is delicate and has a bit of innocence, and it sets off her delicate makeup and fair neck very well. In order to fix the hairstyle, she also brought an olive branch headband backwards, adding a bit of agility.

"It's beautiful. Li Meng complimented, and then asked in a somewhat flattering tone, "Cousin...... Can't you really be more accommodating? I promise to finish my homework this afternoon!"

Jiang Yu glanced at the little witch and told her the answer with her eyes.

Li Meng opened the textbook of "Standard Mantra: First Year of College" in frustration, and began to mumble about the content that was about to be taught today. Because the hand that grabbed the quill was too hard, I accidentally poked a few small holes in the textbook.

Zheng Qing also poked a few small holes in the paper.

It's just that those holes were not poked out in the textbook, but in the Fa book he borrowed temporarily.

Because his Dharma book was sealed by the 'belt', and the preparatory Dharma book was also destroyed in the transcription that night, Zheng Qing was surprised to find that he had no Dharma book to use before the spell class on Monday morning.

He had to temporarily borrow a book of public law from the library to use.

As we all know, compared with 'private customization', another meaning of 'public goods' is 'poor quality' and 'shoddy production'. For example, private hospitals and public hospitals, private high schools and public high schools, private security and USSS, and so on.

The same is true of the public law book in Zheng Qing's hand.

The cover of the yellow deerskin was covered with stains, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a stain of dragon's blood ink or a kappa with a thick phlegm left on it, and the thin, crisp silkworm paper could only withstand a small soft brush, and if you wrote with a quill with a slightly stiffer nib, it would definitely leave a few disturbing holes.

Just like now.

Zheng Qing pinched the cheap shorthand pen he bought from the Green grocery store, looked at the scratched pages of the law book, and turned his head to look at Xiao Xiao with some uncertainty: "You say, will the library let me pay for ......it?" It's already crispy. ”

Xiao Xiao was tinkering with a report, and when he heard this, he glanced at the law book in the hands of the young public-funded student.

"How fresh," he replied in a flat tone, "I haven't heard that a book in the library will make you pay if you accidentally poke a hole." You just have to pick a book to return around five o'clock in the afternoon, when the library is busiest, and no one will check page by page. ”

This answer is not reassuring.

On the contrary, Zheng Qing felt his hypocrisy more and more.

"I've never been a good student. He muttered to himself, as if this would make him feel better.

Then he looked at the report in Xiao Xiao's hand again.

"What are you writing?" he was a little curious: "I see you've been writing all morning......"

"The report of the meeting at noon! Don't tell me you forgot that the Knights of the Guilty Knights are going to have a meeting at noon today!" Xiao Xiao replied a little irritably, "Besides...... If you remember your duties as the head of the Order, you should write this kind of thing yourself!"

With a flattering smile on his face, the young public-funded student quietly opened his textbook, pretending to be addicted to learning and couldn't extricate himself - although he was a little ashamed, the entire knight order, including the crime hunting team, tacitly handed over this kind of case-like work to Dr. Xiao Da. He, of course, is no exception.

With the doctor's reminder, Zheng Qing only spent five minutes at noon to solve his lunch and returned to dormitory 403 early.

Even so, he was almost last.

Even the little monk of Shiyuan came earlier than him.

The initiator of the meeting was Lin Guo, but before the meeting began, everyone was not without other topics.

For example, congratulating Colmar on becoming a Grand Wizard - the news is still only circulating on a small scale, but keeping a low profile doesn't mean it's okay to ignore it. Any wizard who knows the good news should say it accordingly.

The easiest, give a gift.

"Senior Sister Colma was very interested in the talisman I drew last time, so I plan to give her a special talisman. Zheng Qing quickly decided on his gift—what he didn't tell his friends was that what he was going to give Colma was a blood talisman.

He had sternly warned him to limit the number and frequency of the use of blood charms.

"I remember having a sun-dried dragon head at home, the head of a Romanian fire dragon, which is estimated to be three hundred years old. Dylan didn't sleep today, but was struggling with what kind of gift to give to the Great Wizard: "...... It would have been nice if she had advanced earlier, she originally had a fan made of Qingluan's tail feathers at home, but she had already given it to Su Da Beauty earlier. ”

"Li Meng said that she baked a box of ginger biscuits by herself," Xin Fat scratched his nostrils with a quill, rolled his eyes and said, "I also want to give that simple gift......"

"You can have a jar of auxin," Xiao Xiao suggested, "I heard that there is a great demand for amphibians such as frogs in the northern district recently, and auxin is definitely not enough." ”

"Hormone-boosted frogs lack time thickness. Zheng Qing reminded euphemistically: "Professor Li talked about this concept in Potions class...... The frogs collected by the Gini Hut are to be used in magical ceremonies. ”