Hunting College

　　The courses of the First University are divided into large and small courses according to the number of students; according to the degree of professionalism, they are divided into school-wide courses and professional courses; and according to the importance of courses, they are divided into required courses and elective courses.

　　 Zheng Qing’s class is Astronomy 08-1, and correspondingly, Magic Text is their professional compulsory course.

　　 The history course extended by the magic text is a professional elective course-this means that the book list of each astronomy 08-1 freshman has a subtle difference.

　　 Another example is the philosophy of magic. There is no mandatory requirement at Alpha Academy and Star Academy, which is a school-wide elective course. In order to save the corresponding teaching resources, the school will arrange students from different colleges or classes to attend classes together. This kind of course is a big class, sometimes there are hundreds of students in the class.

　　 Another example is the curse class that is about to begin. Any student of the first university needs to get enough credits in this course, which is a compulsory course for the whole school.

　　 The students in this class belong to Astronomy 08-1, which is a small class.

　　 After receiving the warning drawn in pencil behind the door, the noisy atmosphere in the classroom was slightly reduced.

　　 Everyone returned to their place and sat down quietly.

　　 Zheng Qing looked at the pencil drawing curiously, and was impatient:

　　 "How does it know that the professor is here?"

"It has stayed on the wall longer than many professors. It is not surprising to know what the professor looks like." Xiao Xiao put away his notebook and sat up a little bit: "Moreover, you think the painting has only one place to settle. Point?"

　　 Zheng Qing nodded seemingly.

　　 "Thank our omnipotent seniors." Zhang Jixin shook his head and patted him on the shoulder.

　　 Zheng Qing sighed, and refocused on the textbook that had been spread out in front of him.

　　 He previewed the characters that were completely incomprehensible, and tried to struggle again before the teacher entered the door, so as not to be too ugly in class.

　　 But I still don’t understand.

　　 glanced over the textbook, leaving no trace in his mind.

　　 The door of the classroom was pushed open ‘boom’.

　　 A tall and thin figure strode onto the stage.

　　 Zheng Qing raised his head and looked at this imposing man nervously.

　　 The professor wore a black robe and his feet fluttered, giving people a strange feeling. His complexion was yellow, and he had small but very dark and bright eyes. There are many wrinkles of different shades on his face. Although his hair is a little sparse, it seems to be smooth because of a lot of waxing. Although a little hunched, the professor's tall figure concealed this defect, and instead gave people a sense of reliability.

　　 Maybe forty, maybe sixty, maybe God knows how old he is.

　　 Zheng Qing raised his head and sat at the table, thinking wildly.

　　 "My name is Yao Xiaomi, and I am your counselor, concurrently a professor of your curse class, and also teach the philosophy of magic in three classes including you."

　　 The wizard with a big back combed to face the new students in the classroom. With a random wave of his right hand, the three characters ‘Yao Xiaomi’ were clearly displayed on the blackboard.

　　 did not pause, he went on to say with a smile, but a very accented tone:

"You can call me'Lao Yao'. In fact, I am very happy that some classmates call me by this very relaxed name. However, I firmly oppose any classmates calling me'Xiaomi', and even derived other such as'Saoliang', "Old rice" and the like! This is a great disrespect to the professor! The impact is extremely bad!"

　　 said, his right hand made several heavy movements from top to bottom, like those politicians on TV.

　　 Zheng Qing couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth. Seeing Lao Yao's behavior, his heart suddenly became a little relieved.

　　 But many freshmen are still immersed in the sadness brought about by the big news not long ago.

　　 The atmosphere in the classroom is a bit dull.

　　 Professor Yao raised his eyebrows in surprise:

　　 "It's weird! You are the first freshmen who didn't laugh after hearing my self-introduction. Melpomene's sigh, is there anything I don't know? Don't let me become Epimetheus."

　　 The classroom is still quiet.

　　 Li Meng was only faintly sobbing.

　　 Zheng Qing looked at Xiao Xiao, his face turned pale, and he was horrified to find that most of the last words the professor said did not understand him.

　　 "Did the teacher say a spell just now?" He asked Xiao Xiao in a low voice.

　　 Watermelon hung his head weakly and pushed the notebook under his hand to Zheng Qing.

"Merpomene, the goddess of mourning, is also called the goddess of tragedy; her sigh means'it is a tragedy.' Epimetheus, the stupid god, means'the one who knows later.' This is the world of wizards. The two sayings of "are not a spell."

　　 Zheng Qing lifted his heart back into his stomach.

　　 He always worried that he could not understand the teacher's lecture.

　　 It feels good to have a living dictionary.

　　 On the stage, Professor Yao put the Fa book on the stage and walked slowly to Li Meng.

　　 "What happened?" He patted the little girl's head gently.

　　 Li Menghong stared, sobbed, and replied intermittently: "Su...hiccup...Su Shijun...have...hiccup...have a child."

　　 Zheng Qing buried his head on the desk, trying his best to avoid touching other people's eyes.

　　 He wants to plug his ears.

　　 Li Meng's words made him feel embarrassed by a cancer attack.

　　 He couldn't understand the girl's star-chasing psychology.

　　 can't understand their mentality of interweaving fantasy and reality.

　　Professor Yao nodded thoughtfully:

"Don't worry about Mr. Su's affairs, and don't worry about it." The professor walked slowly in the classroom, comforting: "There is only one vague news about this matter so far, and there is no clear statement. The school's October The event has invited Senator Su as a guest. I will ask her to explain to you in person at that time!"

　　 said, the professor waved his arm domineeringly.

　　 "Will she come?" a freshman asked in a low voice.

　　 This is a rhetorical question that is not very respectful, but this question rolls over in every freshman's mind.

　　 It’s a bit ridiculous to ask a member of the parliament to answer private questions in person to a group of freshmen.

　　 "No problem!" Old Yao replied very affirmatively, and returned to the podium: "I can still confirm this."

　　 The haze in the classroom gradually faded.

　　 The information of face-to-face contact with the goddess in October dispelled the nightmare of the goddess giving birth.

　　 Vitality returned to these young people.

　　 "Can I ask the goddess to sign my clothes?"

　　 "Can I give the goddess a scarf?"

　　 "Can I shake hands with the goddess?"

　　 "What clothes should I wear to see the goddess!"

　　 Almost everyone began to excitedly discuss things that were unnecessary a month later.

　　 Many people began to plan every detail of seeing the goddess in detail.

　　 Fatty Xin in front of Zheng Qing is even considering whether to lose dozens of catties of fat to prevent leaving a bad impression on the goddess.

　　 Old Yao smiled and looked at the noisy classroom, without any intention of stopping ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ for a long time.

　　 He coughed slightly.

　　 "Ah." Professor Yao looked at the newcomers with a smile: "Except for today's class, you still have four classes."

　　 The classroom suddenly became quiet.

　　 Everyone stared at the professor closely, trying to understand what he meant.

　　 "I will teach you two spells this month, and only students who have mastered these two spells can get tickets to the meeting."

　　 Seeing that the classroom was about to fall into chaos again, Professor Yao raised his index finger and shook it slightly.

　　 "Don't mess up." He shook his head slightly, with a malicious smile on his face: "Don't mess up."

　　 "You must perform well this month. For example, good classroom discipline and excellent homework."

　　 "This is the premise of the meeting."

　　 The classroom was suddenly silent.

　　 Zheng Qing noticed that the boys next to him even stood up straight, trying to sit up straighter.

　　 He swallowed, admiring the professor's simple move.

　　Old Yao watched with satisfaction the restoration of a new classroom atmosphere and resumed his lecture:

　　 "Very good! I hope you keep it up."

　　 "Then, let's continue."

　　 "This is your second class in the first university."

　　 "Put away your books. For the first month, you are more adapting, maybe some experimental teaching, but overall, it will not be too difficult. So, you don't need to be too nervous."

　　 Zheng Qing sighed heavily, and quickly put away the textbooks at hand, making it easier for him.

　　 "You don't need to start learning right away. You must first adapt to this atmosphere, familiarize yourself with your classmates, know why you are here, and understand what you can get here."