Hunting College

Time passed in a hurry, and the busy Monday soon ended.

Zheng Qing did not receive the tour fee until before going to bed at night.

Not a single child.

Fatty Xin didn't go back to the dormitory tonight. I wonder if he followed his editor-in-chief out to collect the style; Xiao Xiao sat down at the desk honestly, but when the young public student thought of the series of charges mentioned by the doctor, he disappeared. The idea of ​​asking for a group fee.

As for Dylan, since noon, he has been quietly staying in his coffin. Zheng Qingshi didn't have the courage to lift the lid of the coffin and ask for money from a dead man.

Of course, given that the Knights have not been formally established or organized any activities, Zheng Qing does not need to consider the "hidden worries" of balance of payments and account deficits for the time being.

He still has a lot of troubles that need to be resolved as soon as possible.

For example, the long dress for Elena-the gypsy witch has been out of sight recently, and it is difficult for young public-funded students to find the right time to talk to her;

Another example is the follow-up treatment plan for head disease.

Zheng Qing needs to follow Professor Yi to the office to discuss this matter in detail after class on Tuesday. This was arranged by Lao Yao before.

But after the divination class on Tuesday, the boys from the Astronomy 08-1 class got together and talked about the upcoming school hunting event-from which hunting team can stand out this year, to whom should the dance partner at the hunting ball go to? By the end of the month, when will Su Shijun, a member of the parliament, come to school?

All kinds of gossip and news were flying all over the sky, so that the young public-funded students were fascinated by it, and almost forgot about going to Professor Yi's office.

Until Dr. Xiao Da kindly reminded him.

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When Zheng Qing came to the door of Professor Yi's office, the professor of divination was standing in the corridor, discussing something with several senior students.

He was holding a wide tarot card in his hand.

The flying cards rustled like a big moth dancing tango. Together with the dim lights in the corridor, it creates a perfect mysterious atmosphere.

Seeing the young public-funded students, several old students raised their eyebrows slightly, and then turned their attention to the tarot cards in the hands of the professor again.

"Let me talk about a few more questions... You go in first and wait a while." Professor Yi did not ask Zheng Qing to listen to the advanced divination skills, but opened the office door and pushed the young public student in.

Zheng Qing can't remember how many times he has been pushed into a strange door.

But he clearly remembered that this was the second time he came to Professor Yi's office.

In Jiuyou College, except for the collective lounge in the teaching building, each professor has his own independent office in the office building.

These offices vary in size and decoration according to the needs of these professors.

For example, Lao Yao's office is very simple, with only a huge mahogany bookcase, a mahogany desk, and a few leather chairs. Otherwise, it is empty. And Professor Emma’s office is like a small herb garden, filled with all kinds of bonsai and potted plants, from bergamot to holly, from cactus to bowl of flowers, and even the walls of the office are covered with creepers. .

Zheng Qing has always felt that Professor Emma's office is more suitable for Professor Li Qihuang.

In contrast, Professor Li Qihuang’s office is always full of a strange smell, with a pungent formaldehyde-like nose, and a light fragrance of yeast completely fermented, mixed with the smell of rotten grass and a long-closed basement. . I don’t know if it’s because Professor Li often cooks potions in his office. This makes most students stay away from the office of the professor of pharmacy.

Professor Yi's office is a little different.

His office is hexagonal.

The tall bookshelves extend from the ground to the roof. The bookshelves are filled with densely packed books, thick, thin, leather, paper, hardcover, and paperback, all in all kinds. Across the clean and bright glass bookcase, people can't help but feel a sense of awe.

The office floor is covered with a pale yellow carpet.

The center of the carpet is smeared with a black six-pointed pattern.

A black oval desk is placed in the center of the six-pointed array, and two or three high-back soft leather chairs are scattered around.

The last time I followed Lao Yao and came and went in a hurry, Zheng Qing was completely absorbed in the conversation between the two bosses, and did not look at this office. After coming over this time, Professor Yi hadn't come back, so Zheng Qing had the opportunity to take a closer look.

Compared with the several offices Zheng Qing has seen, the light in Professor Yi's office looks much dim.

Although it was almost noon and the autumn season was very bright, the sky outside was extremely bright, and the curtains around the professor's office were not closed, but the light in the room was still very dim.

Passing the large French window behind the desk, Zheng Qing could clearly see the bright sky outside. But the light from outside the room through the window seemed to fall into a black hole, not illuminating the room at all.

It is as if pedestrians on the road at night look at the brightly lit shopping mall through the window.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but fought a cold war.

Looking up, the roof of the office looks like the dome of the first hall, it is a piece of emptiness, with hundreds of bright spots interspersed with it, like stars.

These light spots flickered slowly, just like the stars in the night.

Zheng Qing squinted his eyes and raised his hand ~www.readwn.com~ and slowly gestured to outline the outline of the light spots.

He had a vaguely familiar feeling.

"That's right. This is an astrological sand table, which is used to simulate the movement of astrology and help derive the changes in the star chart." A light voice suddenly sounded in Zheng Qing's ear, as if he had guessed what he was thinking, and would be making gestures. The young man in the star chart was taken aback.

Zheng Qing turned around.

The owner of this office has opened the door at some point and returned to his own world.

And he brought back another guest.

"Professor Yi is good at noon!" The young public-sponsored student bowed hurriedly, then turned and bowed again: "Professor Yao, good noon."

Old Yao bit his pipe and waved his hand to Zheng Qing with a smile. After dropping a stack of documents on the oval desk, he pulled a high-back chair next to him and sat down quietly.

After a while, his big smooth back was submerged in a puff of blue smoke again.

"In other people's offices, can you talk about ethics?" Professor Yi complained, sneezed, walked behind the desk, and drew the curtain beside the glass window heavily.

The bright world outside the house was completely cut off from the curtain. The office was plunged into heavy shadows, only those light spots above the head flickered faintly.

"Compassionality is a good thing... If you really feel uncomfortable, why don't you open the window?" Old Yao muttered, tapping his pipe hard. The red-burned tobacco shimmered in the dim office, like the glow of the midnight starry sky.

Zheng Qing stood with his hands down, watching his nose and mind, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

Professor Yi did not continue to wrestle with Old Yao, but sat in his wide chair and silently opened the pile of documents that Professor Yao had just placed on the table.

For a while, the office fell into a strange silence.