"Didn’t you bring the sprites?"
This was the first thing Jiang Yu said to Zheng Qing when he saw him.
The warlock, who had just left the sight of Master Bao Yangzi, was a bit dazed due to the ntal strain of the entire class and the Joy Substance just losing its effect. It wasn’t until the witch asked again that he snapped back to reality.
"Sor-sorry, those sprites are in a very delicate state right now, and our ti is limited, plus we’re not sure if Doctor Du Zemu is at ho, so..."
He mumbled the explanation, his unfocused gaze lingering on the witch’s face for a long ti before raising his hand, vigorously rubbing his own face, and sighed: "...Whew... That class was terrifying... You don’t know, the whole class I’ve been worried Master Bao Yangzi would grab my collar and throw into Danghag..."
The witch hugged her book, leading the two towards the corridor heading to Beta Town, while humming softly: "If soone unaware were to see this scene, they’d think your classes are more than mine. Tomorrow I still have two classes, yet I’m not as... dazed."
She was still very tactful, not using worse adjectives.
Zheng Qing was speechless.
Indeed, logically speaking, Jiang Yu with thirty-two classes a week should be more exhausted than Zheng Qing who has thirty classes in six days—it’s worth noting that First University’s classes are three-hour long big lectures, and a normal student’s weekly schedule only has about ten classes.
"Tomorrow’s classes..."
"Morning is a Ningfu Language class, afternoon is a Phoenix Language class." The witch happily interrupted the boy.
"Hmm," Zheng Qing was aware of this, but it wasn’t what he wanted to talk about: "I always thought, after learning Magic Script, I wouldn’t need to learn these weird languages anymore."
"Magic Script is just convenient for communication between different races, it doesn’t force everyone to use it to record their history or secrets. Regarding these two languages I chose, Ningfu are a very sensitive and xenophobic species, so their language has many subtle declensions, allowing you to experience richer and delicate emotions directly when using them; Phoenix, on the other hand, are an ancient and noble species whose language contains imnse magical power and abundant information... None of these could be thoroughly replaced by the chanical and concise Magic Script."
Discussing her elective courses, Jiang Yu suddenly beca enthusiastic, with a rather eloquent feeling.
"That’s amazing."
Zheng Qing sincerely praised her, his mind recalling his previous painful experiences of learning English, subconsciously making a comparison, which left him quite frustrated: "If it were , I’m afraid four years wouldn’t be enough to master one foreign language..."
"Foreign language? This term is quite interesting."
The witch embraced her book, nodded slightly, then, as if trying to console Zheng Qing, changed the topic: "But you shouldn’t be so pessimistic, these two language courses are a little perk given by Old Yao. They might sound profound, but they’re not difficult. I passed the professional assessnt for Ningfu Language when I was ten and got the Phoenix Language Level 4 certificate at thirteen... The exam requirents in the syllabus are very lenient; from what seniors say, the final exams are interpreting certain content in Ningfu Language and singing a piece in Phoenix’s Green Word, which are not difficult at all."
Zheng Qing suspects he and the witch have a huge difference in understanding the word ’difficult’.
Just like in certain countries where nodding ans no and shaking heads ans yes.
Then he noticed the book the witch was holding—"Analysis of Public Policy Execution Issues and Counterasures of Mage Alliance", "Different Demands of Radical Group Wizards", "Old Systems and Dramatically Changing Tis", and so on.
He instinctively frowned.
"I rember this afternoon you have a ’Battle Formation Studies’, and a ’Classic Hunting Competition Analysis’ class, and in the evening a ’Hunting Team Managent’, didn’t I rember correctly." The warlock cautiously questioned.
Jiang Yu glanced at him with crescent-shaped eyes: "That’s right~!"
"Then these books..." Zheng Qing pointed at the large stack of docunts she was holding, getting even more puzzled: "They don’t seem to have anything to do with the courses you’re taking. Do you still have ti to study these?"
"These?" The witch looked down at the materials she was holding, showing a mont of realization: "Oh, these are the resources I prepared for my thesis... Have you determined your thesis topic?"
"Thesis?" Zheng Qing was instantly dumbfounded: "What thesis?"
"Graduation thesis!"
"But we..."
Zheng Qing wanted to say they had just started the sester a week ago and wouldn’t graduate until after the sester, but he suddenly realized he was considering his current situation with a sophomore’s perspective, muttering: "...I thought I wouldn’t need to think about this until the end of the sester."
Despite saying that, he suddenly rembered that during the Chinese New Year, Su Shijun had vaguely ntioned preparing for the thesis, but then nothing more.
"Graduation thesis, big brother!"
The witch showed a defeated expression, repeatedly sighing: "Normal graduates start preparing their thesis right after entering their fourth year! We’re already a sester late! As far as I know, fourth-year students had already finished their thesis proposals before the New Year..."
"What’s a thesis proposal?" Zheng Qing humbly inquired.
"..."
Jiang Yu stopped walking, looking at him speechlessly, thought for quite a while before succinctly explaining: "It’s a piece of docuntation telling the school what your thesis is about. For more specific details, I’m afraid you’ll need to consult your supervising professor."
Zheng Qing wanted to retain a bit of man’s dignity.
But the weight of reality forcibly opened his mouth again.
"Thesis advisor?" He let out a weak laugh, speaking in a low tone: "I don’t know who my thesis advisor is... No one’s told about these."
That reason barely passes.
"You’re already a university student, don’t be like ng ng, relying on others to tell you everything!"
The witch first criticized him, but seeing his despondent expression, couldn’t bear it, paused, trying to comfort him: "But then again, it’s not really your fault... I know these details because of reminders from family elders. You don’t have such elders..."
Zheng Qing barely held back a hum.
He does know a few ’big nas’ quite familiar with First University, it’s just that he feels Mister probably hasn’t written a thesis for thousands of years, naturally wouldn’t rember such trivial things as graduates needing to write theses; while the Flower Cat only cares about its fish snacks all day long; as for Korma, she’s half-heartedly dropped out, he seriously doubts whether she ever got a graduation certificate from First University.
Only Su Shijun vaguely brought up this matter to him, but nothing more was heard after.
Think about it.
As an Upper Council mber of the Moon Council and the head of a key laboratory at First University and the mother of Poseidon, she has so many things to pay attention to every day, it’s inevitable she’d overlook such insignificant matters.
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