The Astronomy Class 08-1’s class eting on Sunday night quickly spread across the First University campus in so secretive and swift manner.
Reactions varied.
The vast majority of people could not hide their envy when they heard about the rewards for the Atonent and Fringe Hunting Team’s hunters; however, so focused their attention on Professor Yao.
It’s important to note that ever since the brief, almost unnoticed turmoil at the beginning of September, Dean Jiuyou Academy had not appeared on campus in his true form, particularly not in front of the students.
So, after the news spread on Sunday night, many privately speculated that the school might have already eliminated so ’uncontrollable risks’ associated with the dean.
The consequence of this speculation was that on Monday morning before the Curse Course, a small group of fearless young wizards kept walking back and forth in front of classroom 601 on the east side of the teaching building, pretending to pass by unintentionally, when in fact, they were continuously peeking into the classroom, seemingly wanting to catch a glimpse of what a legendary Great Demon looked like.
So much so that the stick figure behind the door couldn’t hold back and loudly scolded those ’annoying little brats’ not to sway in front of him, making the old man dizzy.
"If I were Old Yao, I definitely wouldn’t co to this class today." Xin Fat Man had a sprig of dogwood behind his ear, casually flipping through a newspaper in his seat: "Can’t fight, and it’s undignified to scold... If I can’t provoke them, I’ll avoid them!"
"Saying ’avoid’ always feels a bit guilty." Zheng Qing comnted sincerely while he couldn’t help but tease the sprig of dogwood on the Fat Man’s ear: "Can you remove that grass from your ear, or put it sowhere else? It always makes people want to pull it out!"
"A cat’s quirk."
The Fat Wizard shrugged: "Isn’t wearing dogwood on the ninth day of the ninth month your custom? I’m just following the tradition... And don’t say the placent is wrong; I have short hair, you have to learn to adapt."
Well, he said it all.
However, speaking of the ninth day of the ninth month, this Double-Yang day, what’s most important to wizards isn’t wearing dogwood but gathering Double Yang Water.
Double Yang Water is actually the dew that forms on the Double Yang day of the Double Ninth Festival, similar in nature to the ’Noon Water’ on the Dragon Boat Festival but opposite to the dew during the Cold Dew period.
However, while Noon Water is derived from the roots of well water, Double Yang Water is rootless water from between heaven and earth. From this perspective, Double Yang Water actually originates from the sa source as Cold Dew, highlighting the wonders of creation.
Rootless water doesn’t contain any ’attributes,’ allowing it to maintain the complete properties of herbs to the greatest extent, known as the ’purest’ water. As one of the rootless waters, Double Yang Water, even without any additions, is an excellent disinfectant, anti-inflammatory, and antibacterial dicine. When used in the making of magic potions, it’s also a very excellent stabilizer with many versatile uses.
Therefore, after last week’s Magic Potion class, Professor Li assigned one of the tasks to collect one qian (a traditional Chinese unit of weight) of Double Yang Water per person.
Originally, Zheng Qing planned to take advantage of today’s free ti before morning class to gather a little bit, but when he and Xiao Xiao arrived at their usual morning class location, they found that the dew had already been collected clean by the early ’birds.’ Many students collect it not just for coursework but also to sell it to shops on Pedestrian Street, because the quality of Double Yang Water produced in the school’s environnt is superior and more popular in the market.
"Shouldn’t we also hang a sign outside D&K temporarily, buying Double Yang Water?" Zheng Qing imdiately thought of a way to complete the task indirectly: "...Even if we don’t use it all in Magic Potion class, we can store it and resell it to traveling rchants coming to the island."
"Whatever." Doctor Xiao brushed off, not even lifting his head.
He was seizing every spare mont to finish the twenty gold bean assignnts.
The young public-funded student had a good idea, but sotis, good ideas are interrupted by unexpected events. Just like today, after the Curse Course, Zheng Qing planned to go to Pedestrian Street, only to be interrupted by an unexpected visitor at the classroom door.
"What does finding Li ng have to do with us?" Zheng Qing looked at the haughty Su Ya before him, a bit puzzled: "Isn’t she still up ahead catching up on her assignnts?"
Saying this, he poked his head out.
No surprise, classmate Li ng was tackling her assignnts with a bitter face, while Jiang Yu leisurely sat beside her, reading a thick magic book.
"I need you to gather your team mbers!" Su Ya tried to maintain a serious expression, although the tip of her tail hanging under her skirt undermined her effort significantly: "I have a gift from the lady for you all, to encourage your excellent performance in the school hunting competition..."
"A gift?"
"From Councilor Su?"
Xin Fat Man and Zhang Ji Xin imdiately acted as if their seats were on fire. Not waiting for the Little Fox Lady to finish, and not needing Zheng Qing to say a word, they rushed out of the classroom, returning in less than ten minutes, pulling Dylan and Blue Bird to the classroom door.
Blue Bird seed to have just co off the arena, with nurous rips on his blue robe, yet it didn’t make him look scrappy; instead, he appeared more dashing, catching the frequent glances of the witches passing by in the hallway.
Classmate Dylan was sleepy at this ti, arriving in a rush without even putting gel on his hair, and was quite irritable when Xin Fat Man forcibly dragged him over.
"You better give a good reason!" Mister Blood Werewolf unabashedly exposed a pair of small fangs at the corner of his mouth, sweeping a threatening glance over the few faintly visible veins on the Fat Wizard’s neck.
"Don’t worry, you will thank ." Xin Fat Man yanked Dylan, stopping urgently in front of Zheng Qing: "Report to the captain, Atonent Hunting Team should have seven or eight persons present; eight are present, report completed, please instruct!"
What do you an seven or eight people?
Zheng Qing watched the solemn classmate Li ng standing next to Jiang Yu, silently rolling his eyes, suppressing the urge to complain, and looked at the Su Ya representative:
"Since everyone’s here, you see..."
He tried to show a flattering attitude to ensure the Little Fox Lady’s satisfaction.
Sure enough, the tip of Su Ya’s tail under her skirt curled slightly, a satisfied smile appeared on her face, and she modestly pulled out a string of gift boxes from a small pouch hanging at her waist: "Here, this is the Pandora gift box the lady bought for you all... and there’s a greeting card signed personally by the lady!"
"A greeting card too?!!" Xin Fat Man pinched his chubby face firmly: "I’m not dreaming, right... See, it’s definitely a good thing, I’ve told you long ago!"
The last sentence he said to Dylan.
At this mont, Mister Blood Werewolf completely forgot about not putting on hair gel or wearing cufflinks, his eyes filled with confusion. The captain of the Atonent Hunting Team looked at his blissful appearance, a bit worried if he might suddenly have a heart attack or a stroke.
Who knows if vampires or werewolves have these acute conditions.
Then, he lowered his head and looked at the gift box in front of him—a beautifully tied bow with a green ribbon on the box, and a small card pressed under the bow.
The content of the card was simple:
’Congratulations to the Atonent Hunting Team for achieving eighth place in the 2009 Campus Cup—Atonent Hunting Team’s guiding teacher, Moon Council Upper House mber, Great Wizard Conference mber, First University Specially Appointed Professor, Ascend Dinsion Research Institute Director, Owner of Qingqiu Mansion, Lady Su Shijun.’
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