The "red-nad" Zheng Qing imdiately beca much more well-behaved and obedient.
The next day, Saturday, he still had five classes to attend. Due to the eting last night, the young wizard didn’t take off his invisibility charm and dust-repelling charm for the entire day. For safety’s sake, he even went to Greenhill Mansion for lunch.
Those devils wouldn’t poison the mansion of a big wizard, right?
Of course, his trip to Greenhill Mansion wasn’t just for a free al — it had been nearly a week since Su Shijun last discussed the graduation thesis with him. During this ti, the beautiful Su hadn’t given him any tasks, as if the eting had never happened.
Thinking of how Jiang Yu had to squeeze in ti between classes to gather materials for the thesis, while he idled away, Zheng Qing felt a strange sensation of being abandoned by ti.
"I already assigned you a task!"
Surprised at the young teaching assistant’s unease, the owner of Greenhill Mansion said, "Didn’t I tell you to find so ti to chat with that Shadow Cat? Have you recorded the conversation?"
As she spoke, she elegantly spread so pogranate sauce on a piece of baked cod with a dinner knife, then cut it into equally sized square pieces, arranging them neatly on the plate piece by piece.
Watching her cut the fish, Zheng Qing couldn’t help recalling his own shadow being sliced away.
The last ti he "parted" with the shadow, the circumstances weren’t exactly pleasant - to escape from under Zheng Qing’s feet, the shadow did so ridiculous things, like pretending to sit on Jiang Yu’s shadow in the sun and making so indecent gestures, or shalessly mingling with other witches’ shadows in broad daylight, etc. - which was why he subconsciously wanted to forget this task.
"I don’t know where the office building of the relevant departnt is."
The young man murmured, vigorously cutting the fried egg on his plate while searching for excuses, "And with five classes every day, the break ti isn’t enough... By the evening, the entire academy is already deserted."
"Isn’t Master Bao Yangzi teaching you? I’ve spoken to him, so you can directly approach him," Su Shijun replied while poking a small piece of baked fish into her mouth, then glanced at Poseidon and said, "Don’t bury your head in the milk dish!"
Imdiately, two Fox Maids approached, one wiping the Little Fox’s milk-stained mouth with a warm towel and rearranging the dishes, while the other adjusted her posture, tied on the napkin, and even adjusted the bow at the tip of her tail.
The Little Fox drooped her ears, letting out a forlorn sigh as she glanced at Zheng Qing.
"Don’t sigh at the dining table!" Su Shijun reminded without looking up, "You’re a lady, not like the dog hiding in the corner."
Zheng Qing instinctively searched around the dining room’s corners but did not find Furry Bean’s presence.
"It worries about neutering it and only dares to show up when I’m not around."
The owner of Greenhill Mansion nonchalantly sliced a small piece of buttercream nut cake and put it on Poseidon’s plate, while giving the young teaching assistant a glance, "... Do you want so?"
Zheng Qing was still stunned by the vulgar word that had just popped out of the witch’s mouth, instinctively clamping his legs together and replying briskly, "Yes, yes, I want so."
The owner of Greenhill Mansion gave him a peculiar look, sliced another large piece of nut cake, and placed it on his plate.
It was only then Zheng Qing realized that Su Shijun had been asking if he wanted dessert, and feeling embarrassed, he bowed his head, eating humbly, not uttering another word during the remaining lunch ti.
After lunch, before leaving the mansion, Zheng Qing noticed a sachet tied to his belt at so point, stuffed with processed herbs such as mugwort, mint, neem, and lavender.
Regarding the origin of the sachet, Su Man, the head maid who sent him off, didn’t conceal anything: "Today is the Awakening of Insects, this sachet is to ward off insects as prepared by the lady... and Miss Dongdong has one as well."
Zheng Qing looked back at the mansion behind him with mixed feelings.
In the small garden, peach blossoms are red, pear blossoms are white, and roses are yellow, with grass lush and orioles flying, the oriole chirping lightly. The little fox reads diligently by the window, twilight mist arises gently, and the spring scenery sweetly perates the hard green stone.
Saturday afternoon featured two small classes, one on Dinsion Faction Introduction and the other on the Convergence Principle.
The Convergence Principle was a course after ti conversion, with only Zheng Qing as a student, the teacher being Master Bao Yangzi. After the class, Zheng Qing gathered his courage and stopped the elder wizard who hadn’t left the classroom, ntioning that he needed to chat with the Shadow Cat.
"Ah, sorry, old age makes people forgetful... Both Old Yao and Su Councilor have ntioned this to ."
Master Bao Yangzi knocked on his head with a raised hand, showing no sign of apology, his expression as rigid as ever: "However, I need to remind you that since it self-destructed in last year’s Battle of the Black Prison and returned to your feet, its mory of initially escaping the two-dinsional world is certainly sowhat distorted... Hmm, let give you a rather inadequate analogy, much like when you play the ’whispered word ga,’ it was the first to see the word; by the ti it gets to you, several rounds have passed, and preserving the ’original intent’ becos difficult... Does this explanation make sense to you?"
The young wizard nodded repeatedly: "Understood, understood... I just want to have a simple conversation, make so notes... to use for my graduation thesis, I don’t need particularly profound content."
"Graduation thesis, eh?" Master Bao Yangzi showed a slight interest: "What is the topic?"
Zheng Qing furrowed his brows, trying to recall the na Su Shijun had told him: "Um, it’s about the ’Christian-Moonlight Conjecture’s preliminary proof, discussing how low-dinsional transcendence experiences aid high-dinsional transcendence processes..."
"Oh, that’s right."
The elder’s eyes showed a glimr of understanding: "That black cat was indeed born in Little Su’s laboratory, wasn’t it... Very excellent topic, after you submit it, I will review it carefully."
Outside the window, in the distance, a continuous rumbling of thunder could be faintly heard, making Zheng Qing feel as if he had misheard.
"You, review? My graduation thesis?"
He chuckled dryly–in his impression, at First University graduation theses were reviewed by the Professor Joint eting, never before had he heard of involving relevant departnts.
Master Bao Yangzi retrieved a piece of letter paper from his pocket, patiently folding a small green paper crane, and handed it to the warlock.
"When you want to see that cat, just follow the paper crane," he simply explained the purpose of the paper crane, finally giving the young man a aningful look: "As for your thesis... besides us, which other departnt at the school has the authorization to review it? Just like this session of ’Convergence Principle,’ can you find this course in the teaching plan?"
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