Hunting High School

The professor on weekdays, after pushing open the classroom door, took big strides, walked with the wind, the corners of the black robe on his body flew up, sometimes he still had a pipe in his mouth, and there was an endless strand of green behind him. cigarette.

But today, the footsteps of the 'Professor Yao' who entered the door were light and almost silent, as if a ghost had floated in, and the corners of his robe were more like a cast iron model, 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 translucency, only the beautiful big back hair was still smooth.

So 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 apologetic fortune teller adjusted his glasses and nodded slightly. Although the two did not communicate in any language, they exchanged silently and unified their opinions.

The person 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 frantically flipped through their textbooks, and finally, even those students who held the talismans and closed their eyes. The students with tight eyes also quietly opened a gap, as if there was a slightly weird atmosphere in Nahan's classroom.

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

There is no usual familiar greeting of "all sit, all sit" or "everyone be quiet"; there is no common copper inlaid carved pipe in his mouth, and the face of "Professor Yao" on the podium is slightly stiff. With a smile on his face, he looked around quietly, as if acquiescing to the students whispering to each other.

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

"It's not like." A classmate immediately retorted: "How could the clone of the legendary existence be so rigid? I think it's more like a projection, or an idea."

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

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

A few minutes later, the professor tapped on the desk with his fingers.

Boom, boom, boom!

The classroom suddenly fell silent.

"Good morning." He greeted the students very politely—Professor Yao's voice clearly echoed throughout the classroom, and everyone seemed to see the legendary mage standing in front of them.

The whole classroom seemed to shake up.

"Good morning, professor!" There was a neat and loud reply immediately from the audience.

The professor on the podium looked at everyone with satisfaction, paused, and then spoke again, explaining briefly: "Everyone should already know that recently I have concurrently served as the vice president of the school's Institute of Applied Magic, and I am presiding over a very important project. A magic experiment. It is not a boast to say that I am the only wizard who has the ability and time to preside over this experiment at the First University."

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

Zheng Qing gave them an awkward but polite smile back.

"So,"

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

As he spoke, he pointed to himself.

This is really a good idea.

Zheng Qing was sitting upright behind the desk, but the above thought quickly turned in his mind. Using a shadow, Lao Yao left a sufficient 'safe distance' between himself and his classmates, so that even if a classmate with cerebral palsy asks some bad questions face to face, both sides have plenty of room for buffering.

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

Just like when Zheng Qing knew Lao Yao's identity last year, he was panicked at first, 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. By then, the tense atmosphere of the school hunting party Will be the only concern among the many students in the four colleges of First University.

"There are advantages and disadvantages to using a stylized shadow in class. The advantage is that you don't need to worry about being choked by smoke in class, because the shadow does not need to smoke."

Having said that, the professor on the podium paused, as if giving everyone time to 'smile with understanding'.

Unfortunately, except for Zheng Qing, Xiao Xiao and a few others, no one thought this cold joke was funny.

"The downside is that this shadow lacks sufficient independence. Because Fractionated Divinity cannot be used when presiding over magic experiments, I will draw up the teaching content of this shadow in advance-this means that the interaction between us in the last few classes may be slightly different. So smooth—in order not to affect the positive cycle of "questioning and feedback", which is very beneficial to teaching, I will ask the two monitors to record the list and questions of students who have not received satisfactory answers in class, and submit them to the dean's office. Arrange time to answer one-on-one later”

Downton and Jiang Yu stood up one after another, bowing slightly to the surroundings.

"One-to-one answer!" Xin Fatty, who was sitting in front of Zheng Qing, hissed lightly as if he had a toothache: "It's okay to say who has the guts to go to your office now!"

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

But right now, what stands on the podium is just a stylized shadow—even what it is talking about is prepared by the professor—this gives the students a certain degree of courage and freedom.

Sure enough, after 'hearing' the fat wizard's muttering, the professor's projection on the podium did not make any response, and was still proceeding with his own opening speech slowly: "Or students who have other opinions on the course, you can also summarize them into a document, Hand it over to the two monitors, and I will give a formal answer in the form of paper cranes during the break."

"Now, please put away your Dharma books."

The 'Professor Yao' on the podium gave instructions with a smile on his face, and at the same time spread out the handouts under his armpit on the podium, and coughed a few times: "The last few classes will focus on theoretical study. In this lesson, we will follow the content of the previous lesson and analyze the meaning and application of the word "avoid" in common mantras. In ancient times, there was often a saying of "avoid", and there is a very close relationship between the word "avoid" and the word "taboo". "