Hunting College

The blowout incident of Satogua’s big eyeballs only lasted a few minutes in the minds of the students before being wiped out by a wonderful force.

On the next morning, when class was on Monday, Zheng Qing was shocked to find that, except for him, all the members of the school, including the Astronomy 08-1 Class and the Youxin Hunting Team, had a big eyeball in the night sky last night. Zi' and the charm of the blue streamer have all been forgotten.

Even for Zheng Qing, the picture in his impression is getting blurred, leaving only a clear concept of the matter.

Obviously, this is someone, or someone with great power, is eliminating the influence of the appearance of the evil demon. For Zheng Qing, the results were mixed. The advantage is that in the short term, he doesn't seem to have to worry about Satogua coming to trouble him, but the disadvantage is that he has offended the evil monster a little bit more.

Moreover, the methods used by the relevant departments to wipe out the influence of the evil demon also made the young wizard feel afflicted and eager for more powerful magical power.

This requires him to study harder.

After more than half a year of college life, Zheng Qing has a roughly vague understanding of his future wizarding path, and an unclear but predictable expectation-such as graduation on time and becoming an outstanding registered wizard.

Of course, all this is a little far away for a student who has just enrolled for half a year. What he can do now is to earn the credits as much as possible, and then master the magic knowledge taught by the professors.

According to the teaching plan of the first university, the first year of university is a process of adapting and consolidating the foundation for young wizards. Most young wizards have received a good middle school magic education before entering university. They can control their magical powers so as not to run away. They can skillfully use magical powers to cast some standard spells or configure some standard potions that are not difficult.

Before entering the university, some young wizards with higher talents may even develop some less practical but ingenious little spells at this stage.

But this is not all of college education.

In the first university, in addition to mastering sufficient professional knowledge such as standard spells and potions, young wizards must learn to establish a correct view of the world and magic, and learn to touch the essence of magic through spells and divination.

This is very clear to everyone from the off-duty semester of the first year of college, which is the first spell class of the second week of school.

The timetable for the second semester is largely unchanged from the first semester, and even the class schedule is basically the same. The first class on Monday is still Professor Yao's curse.

The only change is the elective course on Thursday afternoon. Everyone needs to choose another one.

Zheng Qing spent a long time on the elective tree of the Academic Affairs Office and chose a "Murman Common Language". Although he is not a person with great linguistic talents, he chose this course out of curiosity about other intelligent beings, coupled with the experience of dealing with murlocs many times before.

According to the senior who was in charge of adjusting the class schedule at the time of the Academic Affairs Office, the professor of this "murloc lingua franca" was a very special old murloc. It is special because the old murloc doesn't have the same smell as the savages in Linzhong Lake, and it is still a murloc who has lived for a long time and has a seat in the joint meeting of professors.

Closer to home.

Like last semester, Professor Yao still likes to hold his crimson pipe in the classroom. It's just that I don't know if he was complained. In these two classes, Zheng Qing did not see him vomiting.

But all this did not affect the professor casually named Zheng Qing's name in class and asked him to stand up to answer the question.

"What do you think is the essence of magic?" Old Yao bit his pipe, pressed his hands on the desk, and leaned forward slightly, looking at the young public-sponsored students in the back row of the classroom—same as the Akana list, public-sponsored students. The quota is also evaluated once a year, so although Zheng Qing's exam results are not satisfactory, he still holds the title of public-funded student from Jiuyou College.

After hearing Lao Yao's question, Zheng Qing couldn't help but roll his eyes.

He felt that topics related to the ‘essence of magic’ seemed more suitable to be discussed in the ‘Philosophy of Magic’ lesson on Wednesday afternoon, rather than in a curse lesson.

Of course, he only dared to talk about this kind of defamation in his heart, and he would never raise it in front of Lao Yao.

"I remember what you taught last semester. When a high dimension collapses into a low dimension, a lot of magic power will be released. This is the source of power for us to cast spells."

Zheng Qing deliberated and replied slowly, word by word: "So, I think the essence of magic is some kind of control over dimensional fluctuations."

On the podium, the professor raised his eyebrows.

"I don't have a deep knowledge, I am so courageous." Old Yao straightened up and grabbed the pipe again ~www.readwn.com~ Comment on Zheng Qing's answer: "If those guys from the dimension faction know that you are using'control' in such a mess Two words, I'm afraid that I will wash the signboard of Jiuyou Academy with my spit star."

Zheng Qing smiled awkwardly, without making any excuses-he felt that the old man was making trouble for him because of the final exam. If he could be a little behaved, he better not screw it up. In any case, Old Man Yao is the dean of Jiuyou College, and he has shown himself more sincerely. No one will laugh at him.

Lao Yao naturally didn't know Zheng Qing's rich inner activities.

He waved his hand and motioned Zheng Qing to sit down. Then, instead of looking for a new classmate to stand up and answer the previous question, he reached out and grabbed a piece of chalk and threw it on the blackboard.

The chalk twisted his body, slid across the middle of the blackboard, squeaking, leaving behind a series of big characters.

"On the nature of the spell and the charm of magic."

It was still like a philosophy class. Zheng Qing put his arms on the table honestly, his body was straight, staring at the trace left by the chalk on the blackboard, and said silently in his heart.

Unlike him, Dr. Xiao Da, who is next to him, has opened his notebook, holding a brush stained with thick ink in his hand, in a posture that he is ready to make copies at any time.

After glancing at Xiao Xiao, Zheng Qing's eyes turned in another direction subconsciously. On the other side of the classroom, the Gypsy Witch was lying on the back of a pile of books, sleeping soundly. This made Zheng Qing extremely worried, lest Yao grabbed the chalk eraser on the desk and dropped it.

Alas, I knew I should be sitting with her, the young wizard thought to himself.

But he would only think about this kind of thing. As two wizards and wizards in different small circles, especially Zheng Qing, who is still in charge of his own small circle, he needs to sit in the right position at the right time.

This is a consistent tradition in the wizarding world.