Hunting College

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The usual professor, after pushing open the classroom door, took big strides, walking with wind, the corners of his black robe flying up, and sometimes biting a pipe in his mouth, with a continuous streak of blue behind him. cigarette.

But today, the footsteps of this 'Professor Yao' who entered the door were light and almost silent, as if a ghost was floating in, and the robe's horns were more like a model cast from pig iron, without any fluctuation.

The sunlight outside the window fell on his sallow face, which was exactly the same as that of Professor Yao, revealing a bit of amber-like translucent quality.

Therefore, Zheng Qing immediately confirmed that the 'Professor Yao' in front of him was not the real Professor Yao.

He turned to look at Xiao Xiao.

The fortune-teller who was guilty of sin lifted his glasses and nodded slightly. Although the two did not have any verbal communication, they silently exchanged and unified opinions.

The one on the podium is indeed not the real Professor Yao.

In the classroom, more and more young wizards began to raise their heads - at first those students who lowered their heads but tried to roll their eyes upwards, then students who flipped through their textbooks in a panic, and finally, even those who held amulets and closed their eyes. The tight-eyed classmates also quietly opened a gap, as if there was a slightly strange atmosphere in Nahan's classroom.

Gradually, more and more students began to realize the strangeness of the "Professor Yao" on the podium.

There are no familiar greetings like 'all sit, all sit', or 'everyone be quiet'; there is no common copper-carved pipe in his mouth, and the face of 'Professor Yao' on the podium is slightly stiff. With a smile, he looked around quietly, as if tacitly allowing his classmates to whisper.

"Is this a clone?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"It's not like." A classmate immediately retorted: "How can the avatar of the legend be so rigid... I think it's like a projection, or a thought."

"It's really more like a shadow." A voice echoed from the side: "Look, his face is translucent in the sun, and I can see the chalk dust on the blackboard behind his head!"

The rustling whispers were like mice stealing in the kitchen late at night. They were vigilant and slight, as if a little movement could scare them away.

A few minutes later, the professor tapped on the desk.

Boom, boom, boom!

The classroom suddenly fell silent.

"Good morning." He greeted his classmates politely - the voice belonging to Professor Yao echoed clearly throughout the classroom, and everyone seemed to see the legendary mage standing in front of him in a trance.

The whole classroom seemed to be shaking.

"Good morning, Professor!" There was a neat and loud response from the audience.

The professor on the podium looked at everyone with satisfaction, paused, then spoke again, and briefly explained: "...Everyone should already know, recently I have also served as the vice president of the school's Applied Magic Research Institute, and I am presiding over a very special event. An important magic experiment. Without boasting, I am the only wizard who has the ability and time to conduct this experiment at the First University..."

There were a few complimenting chuckles from the back left corner of the classroom, which made the atmosphere in the classroom a lot more relaxed - many people turned back subconsciously, wanting to see who was so bold.

Zheng Qing gave them an embarrassed yet polite smile.

"So,"

The 'Professor Yao' on the podium didn't seem to notice this little interaction offstage, and continued to conclude: "My time has become a little short. As the saying goes, 'I do what I want with the fish, and what I want with the bear's paw'. ——In order to be able to take care of your studies while presiding over the magic experiment, with the approval of the joint meeting of school professors, I will use this pre-prepared shadow to teach everyone during this time."

Saying that, he pointed to himself.

This is really a good way.

Zheng Qing was sitting upright behind the desk, but the above thought quickly ran through his mind. With a shadow, Lao Yao left enough 'safe distance' between himself and his classmates, so that even if a classmate with cerebral palsy asks any bad questions in person, both parties have ample room for buffering.

Moreover, time is the best potion to dilute all problems.

Just like last year when Zheng Qing knew Lao Yao's identity, he was initially apprehensive, but under the influence of time, slowly, the relationship between him and Lao Yao seemed to return to its original state.

It doesn't take long, just get through the last two weeks of September. In October, with the help of the silent contract, no one will continue to care about the rumors related to Dean Jiuyou. At that time, the tense atmosphere of the school hunting party would be the only concern among the many students of the first university's four colleges.

"There are good and bad lessons in using stylized shadows. The good thing is that you don't need to worry about choking on the smoke in class, because shadows don't need to smoke."

Having said this, the professor on the podium stopped, as if giving everyone time to 'know your heart'.

It's a pity, except for Zheng Qing, Xiao Xiao and a few others, no one thought this cold joke was funny.

"...The disadvantage is that this shadow lacks sufficient independence. Because I can't be distracted when conducting magic experiments, I will plan the teaching content of this shadow in advance - which means that the interaction between us in the last few lessons may be Slightly less fluent - In order not to affect the positive cycle of 'question and feedback', which is of great benefit to teaching, I will ask the two monitor to record the list and questions of students who have not received satisfactory answers in the class, and submit them to the dean's office , arrange time after class to answer one-on-one..."

Downton and Jiang Yu stood up successively ~www.readwn.com~ and bowed slightly to the surroundings.

"One-on-one answer!" Fatty Xin, who was sitting in front of Zheng Qing, let out a sigh of relief as if he had a toothache: "It used to be easy to say... Who has the guts to go to your office now!"

If Professor Yao really stood on the podium, the fat wizard would definitely not dare to be so presumptuous.

But at the moment, what is standing on the podium is just a stylized shadow—even what it is talking about now is prepared by the professor—which gives the students in the audience a certain degree of courage and freedom.

Sure enough, after 'hearing' the fat wizard's muttering, the professor projection on the podium did not respond, and was still slowly making his opening remarks: "... Put it together and give it to the two squad leaders, and I will give a formal reply in the form of a paper crane during class."

"Now, please put away the law books."

The 'Professor Yao' on the podium gave orders with a smile. At the same time, he spread out the lecture notes under his arm on the podium, and coughed twice: "The last few classes will focus on theoretical study... In this class, we will follow the content of the previous class and analyze the meaning and application of the word 'avoid' in common mantras. There is often a saying of 'avoidance' in ancient times, and there is a very close relationship between the word 'avoid' and the word 'taboo' contact..."