Hunting High School

September 12th, the lunar calendar Xinyou month, Yimao day, according to August 13th.

Avoid visiting patients, and don't take other things.

Yes, don't take anything else.

Don't take other things, that is, don't do other things besides this.

Therefore, according to the old calendar, today you should do nothing and sleep with your pillow in your arms.

But for many students of the First University, compared to the high and invisible almanac taboos, the professors standing on the podium are obviously more deterrent.

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

For example, class Tianwen 08-1 has 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 cafeteria door, facing the sun, spread out his palms, and weighed them.

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

The cafeteria aunt seemed to be in a much happier mood because of this refreshing day. When serving Zheng Qing's dishes, she didn't even weigh the spoon twice, and the servings were full.

This made Zheng Qing very satisfied.

Especially when he saw Xin Fatty who was "eating" not far away, this feeling of pleasure was even stronger.

"Aren't you planning to skip class on alchemy today?" He sat down at the dining table with a plate in his hand, and asked with a smile, "Why, did you change your mind?"

Xin Fatty was lying on the table, licking a plate of minced chicken and mushroom soup. Hearing this, he sat up straight, smacked his lips, and sighed: "I originally had a meeting with a few seniors, but in this situation, It’s better not to make a fool of yourself.”

"You know it's embarrassing." Xiao Xiao, who was sitting on the side, glanced at his eating, and hummed expressionlessly, "Don't eat like the Tongue-Hands."

Although there is not much common sense, Zheng Qing, the name of the tongue-hand tribe, has been heard of before.

Like the multi-armed man, they also belonged to an alien race, and there was a large-scale embassy in the west of Beta Town.

Individuals of this family have long and flexible tongues, are good at spells, and can speak more.

But it is precisely because they use their tongues as their hands when eating, and their table manners are very bad. They often eat soup stains on their faces and messy cups and plates, and are disgusted by many self-proclaimed elegant races.

So much so that 'eating like a tongue-and-hand tribe' is impolite and uneducated in the wizarding world.

"If you don't eat like this, why don't you feed me?" Xin Fatty was furious when he heard this.

"Who told you that your hands are disabled." Xiao Xiao lowered his eyelids, holding a small bowl and a small spoon, slowly stirring the soup inside.

"Huh!" Xin Fatty had nothing to say immediately, so he could only vent his anger on the food, licking the plate vigorously, making a sound of 'baji' and 'baji'.

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 a bowl of flowers.

Sure enough, poor people must have something to hate.

Although Uncle Stendhal said that the Dawanhua plant has not yet matured, the effect of lasting more than a week is also very scary.

This means that for the next week, Xin Fatty will be licking the plate like this.

Do you want to find an excuse to stay away from this guy? Zheng Qing smiled at a girl not far away who was looking at him curiously, and sighed in annoyance.

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

"Huh? I thought he would only meet us at the end of the semester." Zheng Qing was a little surprised.

"He's coming to class?" Xin Fatty stared at the watermelon head in front of him with wide eyes, ignoring the dripping soup from the corner of his mouth, and said angrily, "Why didn't you say it sooner! Did you already know?" ! If I don’t go to class today and I’m caught by that old man, I’ll make sure you look good.”

"You skipped class, why do you want me to look good." Xiao Xiao sneered at this threat.

"Calm down, calm down." Zheng Qing made a muddle between the two, and said to Xin with a smile: "Aren't you absent? The so-called God's will in the dark, that's all."

"That old man." Xin Fatty looked better when he heard this, but after muttering for a while, he buried his head in the plate again and pursed his mouth loudly.

Professor Tesla was their teacher who taught them alchemy.

However, according to the seniors of the school, the professor of Atlas College is very busy on weekdays, so he often entrusts his own assistants and graduate students to teach the junior students.

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

But when they rushed to the classroom, they were surprised to find that Professor Tesla was already sitting behind the desk.

This move is unusual.

Even other professors who are in class on time will not enter the classroom before the class bell rings.

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

Because the old gentleman is a fanatical member of the Scientology sect, with an unusual contempt for authority or tradition. Reflected in his daily attire, he did not wear the black robe prescribed by the school like other professors, but appeared all over the campus in a sloppy white coat all day long.

At this moment, the professor is just like in the past, wearing a pair of huge black-rimmed glasses under his messy hair, unkempt all over his body, holding the heavy metal-cased book in his hand, knocking on the lecture with an expression of impatience. table.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Every student who entered the classroom felt the tense atmosphere in the air. One by one, they ran into their seats in a panic, silently took out their own Dharma 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 in the whole school.

It's just that this course is too profound and complicated, and many theories are too vague. Except for the graduate students who specialize in this direction, no one will pay attention to whether Schrödinger has a cat.

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

Therefore, as with the philosophy of the wizard, the school did not assign a unified teaching to the students in this subject. The content of courses and exams is basically determined by the professor's handouts.

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 that time is normally distributed in multidimensional space" in the first class of the freshmen.

Zheng Qing listened to the bible for the whole class.

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 could barely ask the old professor a few questions, almost everyone else was in this dazed state.

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