September 12, the lunar month of Xinyou, the day of Yimao, according to August 13. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Don't visit the sick, don't take anything else.

It is advisable not to take anything else.

Don't do anything else, that is, don't do anything else.

Therefore, according to the old calendar, you should not do anything today and sleep with your pillow in your arms.

But for many students at First University, compared to the taboo of the yellow calendar, it is obvious that the professors standing on the podium are more intimidating.

After all, today is Friday, and the school has a full day of teaching schedules.

For example, in the Astronomy 08-1 class, there is an alchemy class in the morning and a combat class in the afternoon, and the whole day has been planned in advance.

In the morning, Zheng Qing stood outside the door of the cafeteria, facing the sun, spread his palms, and checked his palms.

Autumn is just right, and the sun is a little lighter than usual.

The cafeteria aunt's mood seemed to have become much happier because of this refreshing day, and when she gave Zheng Qingsheng food, she didn't even make two more spoons, and the amount she gave was full.

This made Zheng Qing very satisfied.

Especially when he saw the fat man who was 'arching and eating' not far away, this sense of pleasure was even stronger.

"Aren't you planning to skip this alchemy class today?" he sat down at the table with a plate and asked with a smile, "What, changed your mind?"

Fat Xin was originally lying on the table, licking the chicken and mushroom soup on a plate, hearing this, he sat up straight, smacked his lips, and sighed: "Originally, I made an appointment with a few seniors to get together, but in this situation, it is better not to be embarrassed." ”

"You know it's a shame, too. Xiao Xiao, who was sitting on the side, glanced at his eating appearance, and hummed expressionlessly: "Don't eat like the tongue hand clan." ”

Although there is not much common sense, Zheng Qing has heard of the name of the tongue hand clan.

Like the Armed Ones, they are an alien race and have a sizable embassy in Beta's West End.

Individuals of this clan have long and flexible tongues, are good at spells, and are more verbal.

But it is precisely because they use their tongues as their hands when they eat that the etiquette at the table is very bad, and they often eat soup stains, cups and plates, and are disgusted by many self-proclaimed elegant races.

So much so that 'eating like a tongue hand' is a sign of impoliteness and unculture in the wizarding world.

"If you don't eat like this, will you feed me?" the fat man Xin was furious when he heard this.

"Who called you a crippled hand? Xiao Xiao lowered her eyelids, held a small bowl, held a small spoon, and slowly stirred the soup inside.

"Hmph!" Fat Xin suddenly had nothing to say, so he had to vent his anger on the food, licking the plate very hard, and making a sound of 'chirp' and 'chirp'.

Zheng Qing looked at him with some pity, but he could only silently take a bite of the steamed bun.

He didn't move so many flowers and plants, but moved the bowl of flowers.

Sure enough, there must be something hateful about the poor man.

Although Uncle Stendhal said that the bowl flower was not yet ripe, the effect of lasting more than a week was also terrible.

This means that in the next week, the fat man will lick the plate like he does now.

Do you want to find an excuse to stay away from this guy Zheng Qing pulled out a smile at a girl who was looking curiously at this side not far away, and sighed with some annoyance.

"Hurry up and eat, it is said that Professor Tesla will come to class again in this class. Swallowing a mouthful of soup elegantly, Xiao Xiao wiped the corners of his mouth with a piece of bread and reminded Zheng Qing: "That old man is very fierce." ”

"Eh, I thought he would only see us at the end of the term. Zheng Qing was slightly surprised.

"He's coming to class?" Fat Xin's eyes widened, staring at the watermelon head in front of him, completely ignoring the dripping soup from the corners of his mouth, and said angrily: "Why didn't you say it earlier! Did you already know! If I didn't go to class today and was caught by that old man, you must look good." ”

"You skip class, why do you want me to look good. Xiao Xiao scoffed at the threat.

"Calm, calm. Zheng Qing reconciled the mud between the two, and said to Xin with a smile: "Aren't you not absent, the so-called providence in the underworld is just that." ”

"The old man. Hearing this, Fat Xin's face looked better, but he still muttered a little before he buried his head in the plate again and opened his mouth loudly.

Professor Tesla, who was their teacher who taught them alchemy.

It's just that according to the seniors of the school, the professor at Atlas College is very busy with work on weekdays, so he often entrusts his assistants and graduate students to teach junior students.

Therefore, since meeting this old gentleman in the last class, that is, in the first class, Zheng Qing is ready to meet a new lecturer in this class.

But when they arrived in the classroom, they were surprised to find that Professor Tesla was already sitting behind the lectern.

This is an unusual move.

Even other professors who attend classes on time do not enter the classroom before the bell rings.

However, this kind of anomalous thing happened to Professor Tesla, which is barely acceptable.

This is because the old gentleman is a fanatical member of the Scientology sect, with an extraordinary contempt for authority or tradition. In terms of daily wear, he did not wear the black robe prescribed by the school like other professors, but appeared all over the campus wearing a sloppy white coat all day long.

At this moment, the professor, as usual, wore a pair of huge black-rimmed glasses under his messy hair, was unkempt all over his body, and was pounding on the lectern with an impatient face in his hand holding the heavy law book with a metal shell.

"Knock, knock, knock. ”

Every student who entered the classroom felt the tension in the air, and one by one they ran into their seats in a panic, silently took out their respective law books, spread them out on the table, and waited for the old gentleman on the podium to speak.

Alchemy is a general education course, a compulsory course for the whole school.

It's just that the course is too esoteric and complicated, and many of the theories are too vague. Except for graduate students who specialize in this direction, no one pays attention to whether Schrödinger has a cat or not.

Therefore, in the school's teaching plan, the content of the alchemy course in the lower grades will only briefly involve some content in the direction of modern alchemy development and innovation.

Therefore, as with the philosophy of witches, the school does not assign a uniform subject to this subject. The content of the course and exam is basically determined by the professor's lecture notes.

In the last class, the old gentleman didn't care whether everyone was a freshman or not, and directly gave a lecture on "The Probability Problem of Time Normally Distributed in Multidimensional Space" in the first class of the freshman.

Throughout the class, Zheng Qing was listening to the book of heaven.

To put it simply, he knew the meaning of every word, but he couldn't understand every word the professor said.

Except for Matthew and Jiang Yu, who were able to reluctantly ask a few questions to the old professor, almost everyone else was in this state of confusion.

The only result of this lesson was to completely shatter Zheng Qing's delusion of learning alchemy techniques such as turning stones into gold, and then returning to the world of Baiding to live a happy life.