Turtle back inkstone, purple pen, pine ink, yellow paper.

After Zheng Qing habitually took out the four treasures of the study room from his gray cloth bag, he suddenly realized that this was a magic class.

His gaze swept over his classmates at the next table, and he paused as he shoved the wad of yellow paper back into the bag—the only thing that didn't work.

Professor Emma had already instructed the elves to hand out the papyrus for practicing magic scripts to each desk.

It was clear that she wanted these young wizards to honestly practice at her pace.

Zheng Qing brushed his fingers over the tiny twists and turns on the papyrus, trying to discern the hidden patterns, trying to familiarize himself with the men before putting pen to paper.

Next to him, Dr. Xiao had already opened the "Sky Text" and turned over the content of the lecture notes about the structure of the magic script.

Zhang Jixin, who was in the front row, turned his face sadly, looked at the big doctor and the public-funded students behind him making preparations before writing in an orderly manner, and said stupidly: "Can you understand what the handouts mean?"

Farther away, Li Meng was wrinkling her small nose and complaining to Jiang Yu with some distress: "It's so difficult...... I feel like I'm going to fail the final exam...... What should I do, will I be beaten by the teacher?"

Fat Xin leaned out half of his body through the aisle between the desks, leaned forward with his face crossed, and responded with a smile: "Cute sister, don't worry, I still know a little astronomy for my brother, and if I don't understand it, I hug my brother!"

As he spoke, he patted his belly vigorously.

Even through the wide school robe, Zheng Qing could clearly see the turbulent waves of flesh on the fat man's belly.

Jiang Yu squinted slightly, shook his jade wrist slightly, and slowly polished the ink in the inkstone, seemingly not noticing the small accident that happened next to him.

Liu Feifei looked at Xin Fatzi and Li Meng with an embarrassed expression, obviously having no experience in dealing with 'hooligans'.

Li Meng's eyes widened, and she cautiously glanced at the handsome guy Matthew sitting by the window, her face immediately changed, she took out her book with a pink bow, and poked the fat man viciously with the spine of the book.

"Die!" the little spirit witch lowered her voice and warned in a low voice, "If you talk nonsense, I will put a curse on you!"

Maybe the spine of the law book was too hard, or maybe it was the little spirit witch's intimidation that made Xin feel threatened.

The fat man's round face was crumpled.

It looks like a hot bun that has just been baked.

Zheng Qingle looked at this scene, and his mood was unconsciously relieved.

He erected the wooden frame on the table and put the handouts on it, while spreading out the felt on the table, carefully smoothing out each fold on the felt.

Then he scratched the little snake coiled on the turtle's back inkstone with the purple hair.

The little snake yawned lazily, opened his mouth to bite Zihao, spit out a stream of water at the corner of his mouth, and put the tip of the pen **.

Zheng Qing touched Zihao's pen full of pulp, and suddenly felt a little emotional.

This pen has been with him for eighteen years.

When he caught the full moon and caught Zhou that year, when he caught this rabbit pen that was 'sharp as a cone and sharp as a knife' from a pile of gifts, the old man in the family was very happy.

What a jackpot!

What a literary grasp!

So much so that for more than ten years later, Zheng Qing has been hating his cheapness.

He had imagined countless times that if he could catch a gold and silver ingot, or a seal abacus or something, his childhood would not have been so hard.

Zihao quickly soaked up the ink.

Zheng Qing moved the tip of the pen to the papyrus, suspended in the air, and did not move.

Familiar sensations welled up from the bottom of my heart, flowing down the blood and pumping hard to my fingertips.

Zheng Qing looked at the intricate structure of the magic text on the handout, his wrist moved lightly, and the tip of the pen was smooth as flying, and he didn't feel a trace of hindrance at all.

"No magic pen when practicing!"

Professor Emma's loud voice echoed in the classroom again:

"You are not allowed to use any tools that have spells attached to them. ”

"It's absolutely not allowed!"

Zheng Qing stopped his men's movements and raised his head.

Professor Emma stood at a desk, holding a horsehair high in her hand, waving it vigorously and roaring, her piercing gaze sweeping over every face in the classroom.

Next to her, Duan Xiaojian stood behind the desk with his head down, looking helpless.

"Let you practice the sense of pen and touch, in order to increase the connection between you and the demonic text!"

"This is the basis for your mastery of the scriptures. ”

"No one, remember, no one, is allowed to cheat!"

"Otherwise, before you see my reward, you will be deducted a string of credits on your student card!"

"It's not a threat. ”

"This is the last warning!

"Whoa!" a somewhat messy response rang out in the classroom.

"Do you hear me?" Professor Emma was visibly unhappy with the answer.

"Hear me clearly!" everyone shouted as they stopped their pens, raised their heads, and shouted vigorously.

The professor nodded in satisfaction.

Zheng Qing shrugged, pulled out the scrapped piece of straw paper under his hand, crumpled it into a ball, raised his wrist, and accurately smashed it into the arms of an elf in mid-air.

The elf vibrated its wings, grinned, and flew towards the dumpster with the ball of paper in his arms.

"You look a little sluggish," he rolled out a new piece of straw paper, glanced at Dr. Xiao who was lying on the table next to him, and casually flipped through the lecture notes, "Are you still thinking about what happened just now?"

Before class, on the way to the classroom, several boys met Sima Yangyun, the lecturer of the history class.

Because it is well known, the boys are very fond of coaxing in front of this big beauty.

Especially when Xiao Xiao was also present.

Therefore, the beauty of the unexpected encounter just now was completely destroyed by a few reckless goods.

Zheng Qing felt that if he was Xiao Xiao, he would definitely be depressed.

"What?" Xiao Xiao raised his head blankly and looked at Zheng Qing suspiciously: "What happened just now?"

"It's kind of similar. Zheng Qing glanced at him, smashed the Zihao pen twice in the turtle back inkstone, watched the tip of the pen absorb the ink, and then hummed: "Mr. Sima ran so fast, it must be because he saw you." ”

"Oh, that's it. Xiao Xiao lowered her head again, scratched her messy hair vigorously, and said sullenly: "That kind of thing is about fate." When fate comes, everything is easy to do; ”

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows in surprise, but without the slightest pause in his hand, he began to outline the magic text.

"I didn't expect you to be a metaphysician. He sneered: "Since you are so particular about fate, why do you want to give Mr. Sima such a vigorous problem." ”

"It doesn't matter if I'm a metaphysician or not. Xiao Xiao straightened his expression, looked at Zheng Qing, and said seriously: "But I can feel the red light swirling around your body...... The dark clouds covered the top, and the Yin Hall was black, and it was obvious that there would be a bloody disaster soon. ”

"Huh?" Zheng Qing carefully read the description of the fire demon text on the handout, carefully sketching the last stroke, and went in and out of the left ear and the right ear for Dr. Xiao's intimidation.

"Something...... I think you should know. Xiao Xiao was still chattering beside him.

"Say it, say it!" Zheng Qing held his breath, opened his mouth slightly, carefully lifted the pen, and was surprised to find that he could smoothly outline the form of the first magic script, and he was proud in his heart, he was able to completely copy it for the first time, did he have a language talent that he hadn't discovered before?

"If you're done with this copy...... Maybe you should look up at the classroom door. Xiao Xiao sincerely suggested: "This way you won't always care about other people's gossip." ”

Zheng Qing picked up the pen and raised his head indifferently.

Then his heart pounded.

A thin tongue of fire burned rapidly along the stop charm of his strokes.

In an instant, it turned into a ball of fire and floated into the air.