Thomas, is Zheng Qing's interviewer's name. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He was a young Germanic man, blonde and blue-eyed, tall, fair-skinned, with slightly drooping eyelids, sunken eye sockets, a straight nose bridge that made the whole face more angular, a decent suit, very well-made, lined with a crimson tie and shiny leather shoes, looking like a successful businessman.

After checking the admission letter, Thomas did not bother Zheng Qing's family too much, but proposed to let Zheng Qing take him around the city.

The Zheng family's parents didn't seem to suspect it at all, and they were very relieved to hand over their son to this stranger.

Standing on the street in a daze, Zheng Qing looked at the guy in front of him who kept flipping through the map in his hand, quietly wiped his sweat, and asked, "Mr. Thomas, I don't know where you want to go?"

"I'll have to figure out how to get to your side of the market," Thomas replied, frowning, staring at the map in his hand, pinching his fingers, "In college, you need to prepare a lot of things to start learning to live independently. In addition, just like in middle school, you will need to prepare some basic textbooks, stationery, laboratory supplies, and so on. The market is full of things, and the shops inside will be discounted before the start of school, which is very cost-effective for you. ”

"But......" Zheng Qing glanced at the huge supermarket behind the two of them, and felt that he was becoming more and more confused: "Aren't there stationery stores everywhere on the street? ”

"Supermarket?" Thomas was stunned, his eyebrows raised, "You used to go to school to buy things in this supermarket?"

As he spoke, he turned around and took a closer look at the crowded supermarket across the street.

"I usually buy it at the stationery store in front of the school. Zheng Qing's stupid hair on the top of his head exploded, and he explained very unconfidently: "I mean, this supermarket has a lot of things, and there should be some stationery I need." ”

"Where did you go to middle school? Thomas squinted, still taking a closer look at the supermarket.

"Binh Duong No. 1 Middle School, provincial focus. Speaking of this, Zheng Qing felt a little more confident.

"No, no, no, I mean, where did you actually go to middle school. ”

"It's on the middle road, and we passed by the gate of our high school just now. ”

"Excuse me, I mean, have you ever been to a special school before?" Thomas finally turned around, he looked a little surprised, his hand holding the map was a little ridiculously gesturing, and he muttered, "The special kind?"

"No!" Zheng Qing simply denied: "Unless you count the key middle school as a special school." ”

"Could it be that there is a problem with the system?" Thomas put away the map, took out a mobile phone-like thing from his pocket, and swept it around Zheng Qing's body, the beep of the machine ticking and clicking as the thing moved.

Zheng Qing looked around awkwardly, a little overwhelmed.

"No problem!" After a long time of work, Thomas looked at the machine in his hand, nodded reassuringly, and then shook his head: "Since people are right, it is another trouble." ”

"Trouble?" Zheng Qing looked a little nervous, and asked cautiously, "Mr. Thomas, do you want to tell my parents?" ”

"Oh, no, no. Thomas shook his head again and again, looked at Zheng Qing, and then at the big envelope in his hand, and sighed: "I just have to find a place to talk to you first...... Sure enough, the interviewer is not an easy job...... Just the tea garden over there, I don't like coffee, what about you?"

"Either way. Zheng Qinghu followed him suspiciously, always feeling that this well-dressed guy looked like a liar.

"I suppose you've never been to a wizarding school," Thomas asked Zheng Qing with a straight face as he walked towards the teahouse.

"Wizard School?" Zheng Qing seemed stunned for a moment, and his voice couldn't help but raise a few scales.

"Wizarding school, are you talking about the story of Harry Potter?" A twelve or thirteen-year-old girl passing by next to her seemed to hear Zheng Qing's words, and she came up with a fanatical face: "I'm also a fan of Harry, what are you talking about? Magical creatures? Magical Quidditch? A history of Hogwarts? Or a collection of stories from the poet Pedou? I have all of these." ”

Zheng Qing was startled by this sudden voice, stared at the little girl with a pair of wide glasses on the bridge of her nose, and only came back to her senses after a while, laughed dryly, and shook her head vigorously. Thomas, who was next to him, glanced at the little girl with a curious expression.

With a flushed face, the little girl muttered a few words and left in a hurry.

Zheng Qing closed the cover of the pocket watch, and the time had passed twelve minutes and thirty-four seconds.

He and Thomas were sitting in a tea garden in the middle of Pingyang Road, and Thomas was sitting opposite him flipping through the newspaper.

The two of them had been sitting here for twelve minutes and thirty-four seconds, and Thomas had been flipping through his thick newspaper bag.

Zheng Qing held the teacup in both hands, sipped pale green tea, and cautiously peeked at the newspaper opposite.

On the back of the newspaper was a tofu block news with a striking headline: "Umno League Council Expresses Displeasure with Dark Blue Castle"

“...... At the press conference, Huang Shi, a spokesman for the Wizarding Alliance's Wooing Alliance Committee, revealed that during the latest special operation against illegal laboratories, the Dark Blue Castle was detected with abnormal dimensional fluctuations. As of press time, Justice Sam Marshall of the Wizarding Court had signed a full search warrant for the Dark Blue Castle...... The Wizarding Alliance reiterates its concern about dimensional fluctuation experiments, and says that the alliance will continue to rigorously review unreported laboratory ...... for 'dimensionality convergence'"

I can't read anything in the newspaper at all.

Zheng Qing watched in frustration as Thomas put down the newspaper, took out a pen and began to write and draw.

The two of them just sat quietly, letting time flow quietly, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"What is this?" Zheng Qing finally found something to talk about.

"Odds. Thomas didn't look up, and explained while calculating: "The World Cup is already halfway through, and although the score of the Venus team is still in the lead, the Flamingo team is on the rise, and they have already killed the Demon King in three consecutive games." Every few years, there are such dark horse-type hunting teams, and if I can be pressed this time, I can put off these annoying mundane tasks in the past two years and concentrate on preparing for the multi-dimensional magic fluctuation interference experiment under the conditions of the secret garden space. ”

"Are you talking about gambling?" Zheng Qing looked at him blankly.

Thomas glanced at him and continued to bury his head in the calculations.

Zheng Qing blew the tea boringly, trying to recall these strange things he encountered today, trying to piece together a suitable conclusion.

After a while, seeing that Thomas had finally put away the newspaper, Zheng Qing hurriedly spoke: "I don't really understand the wizarding school I mentioned just now. ”

Thomas lowered his head and looked carefully at the tea leaves in his cup. Then he frowned, raised his eyes and took a closer look at Zheng Qing opposite.

Those turquoise eyes made Zheng Qing feel a little familiar.

"You're a wizard. He said dryly to Zheng Qing.