Time flew by, and a busy Monday soon came to an end.

Until he went to bed at night, Zheng Qing did not receive the tour fee.

Not a single child.

Xin Fatzi didn't go back to the dormitory tonight, I don't know if he went out with his editor-in-chief to collect style; Xiao Xiao sat honestly at his desk, but the young public-funded student had no idea of asking for the tour fee when he thought of the series of fees mentioned by the doctor.

As for Dylan, he has been quietly in his coffin since noon. Zheng Qingshi didn't have the courage to lift the lid of the coffin and ask for money from a dead man.

Of course, in view of the fact that the Order has not yet been formally established and has not organized any activities, Zheng Qing does not need to consider 'hidden worries' such as balance and account deficit for the time being.

He still has a lot of worries that need to be resolved as soon as possible.

For example, the long dress given to Yelena, the gypsy witch has been haunting lately, and it is difficult for young government students to find the right time to talk to her;

Another example is the follow-up treatment plan for head disease.

Zheng Qing needs to follow Professor Yi to the office after class on Tuesday to discuss this matter in detail, which Lao Yao had arranged before.

But after Tuesday's divination class, the boys of the Astronomy 08-1 class got together and talked about the upcoming school hunt - from which hunting team will stand out this year, to who to find a dance partner at the hunting ball, to when the beautiful woman Su Shijun, the upper council member of the moon council, will come to school.

All kinds of gossip and news flew all over the sky, so much so that the young public-funded students were so fascinated by it that they almost forgot to go to Professor Yi's office.

Until Dr. Xiao kindly reminded him.

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When Zheng Qing arrived at the door of Professor Yi's office, the professor of the divination class was standing in the hallway, discussing something with several senior students.

He had a wide tarot card in his hand.

The flying cards rustled like a big moth dancing tango. Combined with the dim lighting of the corridor, it creates a perfect atmosphere of mystery.

Seeing the young public-funded students, several old students only raised their eyebrows slightly, and then turned their attention back to the tarot cards in the professor's hand.

"I'll give you a few more questions...... You go in first and wait a moment. Professor Yi didn't let Zheng Qing listen to the profound divination skills, but opened the office door and pushed the young public-funded student inside.

Zheng Qing couldn't remember how many times he had been pushed into an unfamiliar door.

But he clearly remembers that this was the second time he had come to Professor Yi's office.

In Jiuyou College, except for the collective lounge in the teaching building, each professor has his or her own independent office in the office building.

These offices come in different sizes and decorations according to the needs of these professors.

Lao Yao's office, for example, is very simple, with only a huge mahogany bookcase, a mahogany desk, and a few leather chairs, but other than that, it is empty. Professor Emma's office is like a shrunken herb garden, filled with all kinds of bonsai and bonsai, from bergamot to holly, from cacti to bowl flowers, and even the walls of the office are covered with creepers.

Zheng Qing has always felt that Professor Emma's office is more suitable for Professor Li Qihuang.

In contrast, Professor Richmond's office is always filled with a strange smell, with a pungent formaldehyde-like nose, a light aroma of fully fermented yeast, and the smell of rotting grass and a long-closed basement. I don't know if it's because Professor Li often boils potions in his office. This has led the vast majority of students to shy away from the pharmacy professor's office.

Professor Yi's office is a little different.

His office is hexagonal in shape.

Tall bookshelves stretch from the ground to the roof, and the shelves are filled with dense books, thick, thin, leather, paper, hardcover, paperback, all kinds of books. Through the clean and bright glass bookcase, people can't help but feel a sense of awe.

The office floor is covered with a pale yellow carpet.

The center of the carpet is painted with a black six-pointed array pattern.

In the center of the hexagram is a black oval desk, surrounded by two or three high-backed soft leather chairs.

The last time he followed Lao Yao, coming and going in a hurry, Zheng Qing was engrossed in the conversation between the two bosses, so he didn't look at this office. This time, Professor Yi has not come back yet, and Zheng Qing has a chance to take a closer look.

Compared with the few offices Zheng Qing had seen, Professor Yi's office was much dimly lit.

Although it was nearly noon and it was a crisp autumn day, the sky outside was very bright, and the curtains around the professor's office were not closed, but the light in the room was still very dim.

Beyond the large floor-to-ceiling window behind the desk, Zheng Qing could clearly see the bright sky outside. But the light from the window outside the house seemed to fall into a black hole, and did not illuminate the inside of the house in the slightest.

It is as if pedestrians on the road at night are looking at the brightly lit shopping mall through the window.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but fight a cold war.

Looking up, the roof of the office was like the dome of the first hall, a blank black, with hundreds of bright spots in between, like stars. These points of light flickered slowly, like the starry sky at night.

Zheng Qing squinted, raised his hand, and slowly gestured, outlining the outline of those points of light.

He had a vague sense of familiarity.

"That's right, this is a planetary sand table, which is used to simulate the movement of the stars and help deduce the changes in the star map. A light voice suddenly sounded in Zheng Qing's ears, as if it had guessed his thoughts, startling the young man who was comparing the star map.

Zheng Qing turned around.

The owner of this office has somehow pushed the door open and returned to his own world.

And he brought back another guest.

"Good afternoon, Professor Yi!" the young student bowed busily, then turned around and bowed again: "Good afternoon, Professor Yao." ”

Lao Yao bit his pipe, waved his hand to Zheng Qing with a smile, and after throwing a stack of documents on the oval desk, he pulled over a high-backed chair next to him and sat down quietly.

After a few moments, his large, smooth back was drowning in puffs of green smoke again.

"In someone else's office, can you talk about public morality? Professor Yi grumbled, sneezed, walked behind his desk, and closed the curtains beside the glass window.

The bright world outside the house was completely cut off from the curtains. The office was in thick shadows, with only the faint flickering of the light overhead.

"Morality is a good thing... If you really don't feel well, why don't you open the window?" The red-burned tobacco flickered in the dim office, like the glow of the midnight starry sky.

Zheng Qing stood with his hands down, looking at his nose and nose, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

Professor Yi did not continue to argue with Lao Yao, but sat on his wide chair and silently opened the pile of documents that Professor Yao had just placed on the table.

For a moment, there was a strange silence in the office.