"The most subtle part of divination is speculation about people's hearts. ”

"The slightest change in a person's thoughts, after being passed down several layers, will cause huge and different consequences...... This is the variable, the most fascinating part of divination, and the one that every soothsayer struggles to answer. ”

"If time is the most powerful and authoritative manifestation of magic, then the human heart is the most mysterious and subtle part of magic. ”

On the podium, Professor Yi burned a cluster of dead leaves over a small fire to let everyone record the state and intensity of the smoke in detail, and at the same time described the divination magic in his eyes to the freshmen in a singing-like aria.

In the past, this kind of chicken soup-like short sentence was Zheng Qing's favorite.

He would always take the trouble to extract these sentences from the professors and record them on the title page of the textbook, the folder page of the notebook, and even some blank bookmark pages.

But today, he does not have that spirit.

Because of the insomnia of last night, the young public scholarship student is now drowsy, and the soft voice of the professor on the podium seems to float from the distant sky, like a dream, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

His eyelids were so heavy that it was as if someone had applied a thick layer of glue to them, and every time he forced them open, they always closed again under the adhesive glue.

In a daze, Zheng Qing couldn't help but put his hand behind his ear, trying to catch a few unwarranted sleepy insects.

Of course, he didn't catch anything except the pain of having his ears scratched.

"Knock! knock!"

There seemed to be a faint knock on the door in the distance.

Could it be that he was in a dream?

Definitely, yes. He then replied to himself - you know, it's class time. In particular, divination, which is an unusual focus on secrecy and safety, has strict requirements for the teaching environment.

Very few people will come and disturb the professors while they are in class.

You must know that the professors of the First University are almost all senior registered wizards, and there are even some great wizards! To make them angry, it is not a matter of blowing their beards and glaring.

Zheng Qing asked and answered himself in a hazy way, and all the chaotic thoughts passed through his mind like a whirlwind, so that he didn't notice the slightest commotion in the atmosphere around him.

Outside of the consciousness of the government-funded students, the students of the astronomy 08-1 class who are taking the divination class in the 1001 classroom of the East Affiliated School do not have as many doubts about the knock on the door as their public-funded students.

Because that's the way it is.

Someone was indeed standing outside the classroom and knocking on the door.

The tiny flame on the dead leaf in Professor Yi's hand shook slightly, almost extinguished. The smoke that rose from the flames shook violently.

The professor snorted dissatisfiedly, and threw the discarded dead leaves into the trash can next to him.

The elves in the overalls who were sitting on the edge of the blackboard immediately rushed up with wet rags and completely destroyed the dead leaves that were still smoking in the bucket.

The classroom was silent, everyone's eyes were on the door of the classroom and the professor's face, only the sound of the elves "popping" to extinguish the fireworks echoed in everyone's ears.

Professor Yi frowned, the corners of his mouth slightly downward, looking a little unpleasant.

But he still managed to maintain his demeanor very well.

"Open the door. The professor of the divination class commanded softly.

"Order!" The stick figure figure behind the door raised a thin line drawn arm and saluted, standing upright - compared to the stick figure figure behind the door of classroom 601 in the east of the teaching building, this stick figure figure was obviously a little happier.

Because the author, named MAY, sketched a dog in the blank space of the drawing paper.

Although the dog couldn't bark because he didn't have a mouth, it was obviously much more comforting to have a playmate than to be alone on the drawing paper.

The classroom door was slowly opened with a creaking noise.

A young witch with a straight face, wearing a long black dress and a small white ruffled apron over it, stood in the doorway.

"Excuse me, Professor. The young witch saluted with a straight look, but said to the professor in a resolute tone, "Excuse me, is Zheng Qing in this classroom?"

Silence continued in the classroom.

It's just that with the slight sound of hula, all the students' eyes involuntarily turned to the back row of the classroom, looking at the young government-funded students sitting in the corner.

......

When he was a child, Zheng Qing had many unrealistic daydreams.

For example, sitting in class, he once fantasized that the class girl named Huanhuan in the next class knocked on the classroom door, and in front of everyone, she used her gentle and crisp voice to find him, saying something personal—he had fantasized many times about everyone's reactions: shock, envy, jealousy, curiosity, etc., any kind of strange gaze made him feel satisfied in his fantasy.

This daydream is similar to Cinderella's dream that the prince will come to marry her in a five-colored auspicious cloud, although the subject is slightly different, but the nature is the same.

But dreams are dreams after all.

Throughout his elementary and middle school years, the girl never knocked on his classroom, and even when she saw him on the road, she would bow her head and walk away quickly, let alone say something in front of everyone.

When he became an adult, he should have passed the age of dreaming, and involuntarily entered a more dreamy world, so that those small thoughts from a long time ago were unconsciously sealed in the depths of his memory.

When there was a knock on the door of the classroom, perhaps it was a blessing to the soul, Zheng Qing unconsciously remembered the daydream he had when he was a child.

It wasn't until Xiao Xiao next to him poked him up with a brush that the young public scholarship student raised his head in a daze, and there was still a strange sense of absurdity in his heart.

"Excuse me, I'll look for classmate Zheng Qing. The young witch stood in the doorway of the classroom, repeating her request.

After seeing the witch's dress, Professor Yi's original dissatisfied expression immediately disappeared, and instead raised his eyebrows, revealing a somewhat surprised expression.

"What's the matter?" the professor tilted his head, his tone very gentle.

"There are some personal matters that need to be communicated with Zheng Qing. The witch replied politely, but anyone in the room could feel a hint of pent-up anger in her tone.

Zheng Qing rubbed his sour eyelids and quietly pinched his tiger's mouth.

A clear feeling of swelling told him that it wasn't a dream.

He couldn't help but gasp.

"Tsk," the fat man who was sitting in front of him turned around, with a look of pity or jealousy on his face, and hummed in a gloating tone, "What should I do...... Brother Qing, let's take a trip...... Your incident has happened!"

"What's my business!" muttered the student, still confused.

"What else can you do! You make people's bellies bigger, and you mess up and abandon them......"

Zheng Qing's eyes immediately widened: "Fog grass, fatty, I warn you, you can eat indiscriminately, and you can't talk nonsense......"

Before he finished speaking, Professor Yi beckoned to him on the podium.

The young public-funded student had no choice but to stuff the prepared belly with the words to argue with the fat man back into his stomach.

"Zheng Qing? Zheng Qing...... Someone is looking for you. The professor looked at him with a smile: "It's just right, take the opportunity to go out and blow the wind, don't sleep in the classroom, the air in the classroom is not well circulated, and it is not good for your health...... I'll talk to you about the rest of today's class in the evening when I make up for it. ”

Zheng Qing smiled awkwardly, his ears a little red.

As a good student, being caught sleeping in class is not a glorious thing after all.

Thankfully, he was able to escape the awkward atmosphere now—following the young witch out of the classroom with a puzzled stomach and a curious gaze behind his back.