Hunting College

Dr. Duzem's reminder was very pertinent.

On Monday night, Zheng Qing once again fell into a nightmare in his sleep.

In the divination class on Tuesday morning, he had to wear two huge bags under his eyes, trying to keep up with the rhythm of Professor Yi's lecture.

But this is ultimately futile.

As the most logic and calculation course in all university courses, Zheng Qing can’t expect the divination class to be like a curse class and only need to practice hard to master the progress, nor can he expect this class to be like a talisman class without learning. Lock the full score at the end of the period.

He only hopes that he can reach the average line of the class in this course. No matter how bad, passing it will make him reluctantly accept it.

However, the words in the professor's mouth are so difficult.

As long as you lose your mind a little, the remaining courses will become an incomprehensible book like a quantum key.

This has caused many students in the class to linger between bewilderment and stunned faces, and some have given up treatment, staring at the blackboard dullly, and feeding their time to bugs-only a few can be sober. Keep up with the tempo of lectures by professors, such as Liu Feifei, the chief student of the college.

This does not include Zheng Qing.

Although he was also a public-sponsored student, compared with the head student who worked hard and held textbooks for twenty hours a day, he could be called the shame of the public-sponsored student.

Zheng Qing rubbed his tight face, doubting that yesterday's school cleaning did not clean up the creeping slackers on the campus, otherwise his time would not always be short of minutes.

Thinking of this, the young public student couldn't help rubbing his ears again.

He found nothing except rubbing his ears to redness.

On the podium, the thin professor was holding a three-foot-long thin bamboo pole, holding his arms, and his voice was flat and without ups and downs, as if he was chanting a hypnotic spell.

Zheng Qing took a deep breath, changed his sitting position, turned his attention to the professor's face, and tried to concentrate.

This method is very effective, and there is no sudden loss of his time.

But this method is very easy to get distracted.

The professor's cheekbones are low, and there is no trace of scum on the tight chin, only a few deep wrinkles. Thinning hair cannot cover his shiny scalp, nor can it cover his large forehead.

The professor's eyes are very small, always giving people the feeling of squinting. His skinny body is covered with a wide black robe, looking like a big horse monkey.

Great horse monkey.

Zheng Qing held back a low smile.

Dr. Xiao Da, who was sitting next to him, glanced at him, curled his lips, and said nothing.

Zheng Qing's laughter was so abrupt in the quiet classroom that even Professor Yi stopped the lecture and glanced at him.

The head of the bamboo whip he was holding was trembling slightly, as if he was eager to try.

The public-sponsored students immediately buried their heads in the book "Basic Easy Learning·First Grade of University" on the desk and did not move.

Then, he first noticed that the author of this book was Yi Jiazi.

Yi Jiazi is the name of Professor Yi.

On the podium, the professor did not pursue Zheng Qing's ignorance, but re-opened the hypnotic spell singing ceremony. But Zheng Qing still dare not look up.

He lowered his head, his thoughts were erratic, and soon returned to the first divination class.

That was the easiest fortune-telling class he had ever taken—at least in that class, he understood every word the professor said.

After half a class of freshmen introduced themselves, the professor stood on the podium and began to speak with strong nasal sounds:

"I am your divination teacher, you can just call me Professor Yi."

The bamboo whip in his hand swayed in the air, knocking **** the desk in front of him.

The little elves on the blackboard have experienced their ears in advance, covered their heads with translucent wings, and looked at the frightened young wizards under the podium with a smile.

"My teaching method is very traditional!"

"There is no knowledge that the whip can't teach you. If you smoke a few more whips, you will understand everything!"

"Don't talk about rights and freedom in my class!"

"Go out if you don't want to attend class!"

"In my class, you can choose to be driven forward by my whip, or you can choose to be killed by me and choose a friendly teacher to give you a lecture!"

"But I believe that in the entire No.1 University, there is no better professor of divination than me."

Below the podium, the young wizards of the Astronomy 08-1 class stared at the bamboo whip in the hands of the professor with fear, lest the grumpy ‘little old man’ drew it over his head and face.

Although he is called the little old man in private, Professor Yi Jiazi is not old.

He is very young, not tall, with a hunchback, and has a typical Asian face. He is only in his early twenties, and he is not much older than Zheng Qing, but his yellowish skin and early thanksgiving The top of his head seriously affected his appearance, and he always had a somewhat premature temperament, and he looked dozens of years older than his actual age.

Maybe the professor wants to be more mature and dignified.

The ocher yellow bamboo whip was very effective in helping him achieve his goal.

In Professor Yi's class, even if he was as lively as Li Meng and active as Xin Fatty, he was also honest and well-behaved, and did not dare to go beyond the rules.

"The so-called divination is not about seeing the path of fate in the crystal ball in the legend, nor is it about judging the future of the event by the cracks in the tortoise shell, nor is it relying on the 78 tarot cards to explain your life."

As if satisfied with the performance of the sentient beings, Yi Jiazi's expression softened a bit, and the nasal sound in his voice appeared to be much broader.

Elena seemed to lift her chin in dissatisfaction.

The professor didn't think he was disgusted, but just nodded slightly to the gypsy witch, and then continued to outline to the young wizards in a flat tone:

"Divination is a rigorous science."

"We don't rely on guesswork to determine, but rely on calculations to measure."

"Everyone's life is certain~www.readwn.com~ To see a person's life clearly, it depends on whether you can control his life."

"Have all-round, complete information...not just the **** that most people understand."

"If you know a person’s personality, a person’s preferences, and the resources that a person has access to. Then you can easily determine what kind of judgment the person will make under a certain condition. Will be furious in the judgment, whether it will be partial to the judgment, and will it be compromised in the judgment."

"All these judgments will lead to a certain result."

"Life is a process of innumerable combinations of judgments, and the uniqueness that results from innumerable results."

"Different judgments will lead to different results and different lives; countless judgments will be intertwined to form this magical world."

"Different lives, different worlds, different dimensions."

"The truth is hidden in it."