805: Chapter 153 She Definitely Has So Kind of Sche 805: Chapter 153 She Definitely Has So Kind of Sche The entire Curse Course was spent not with the Professor teaching any new spell formulas, but rather leading the students in a start-to-finish review of the keywords and knowledge points they’d learned over the past half year.
Because the content was previously covered, he spoke very quickly, often spending only about five minutes on each knowledge point.
Even so, when it was ti for class to end, he had still not finished.
Thus, Professor Yao ran over the allotted class ti.
For Zheng Qing, this was a long-lost feeling—he hadn’t experienced a class running late like this since graduating from high school—but for many of his other classmates, staying late wasn’t such a wonderful experience.
For example, Li ng, the little witch sitting in the first row of the classroom, began to frequently turn her head to look towards the back after the bell rang, as if she were searching for sothing.
Perhaps noticing everyone’s waning focus, Professor Yao added another “highly likely to be on the test” knowledge point on the blackboard and then, with a sense of unfinished business, closed his lecture notes.
“We’ll stop the review here for today…
There’s a little tail left, which we can finish in half an hour next class,” he said, pulling out his pipe from his pocket once again, biting down on it, and glaring around the classroom with those pitch-black little eyes, pausing particularly on the top of Li ng’s head.
The little witch finally gave up turning around and sat still in her seat.
A satisfied smirk pulled at the corners of the Professor’s mouth, his pipe bobbing interestingly at the side of his mouth.
“I need to remind so of you.
True magical knowledge is not sothing you can truly grasp just because I review with you for a few classes or you cram a few nights before an exam…
As our school motto says, ‘There is a way up the mountain of books, an endless sea of learning.’
“You can truly grasp it only if you study diligently.”
“Of course, I’m not asking you to morize the entire ‘Standard Spells’,” he said, waving his lecture notes backward, encompassing the entire blackboard, “but if you morize the knowledge points I’ve listed on the board today, you should have no problem with the final exams.”
“I hope you will cherish the precious ti in these last few weeks.”
With that, Professor Yao tucked the already folded folder under his arm, pressed down on his pipe towards everyone, and turned to stride out of the classroom.
Behind him, several Sprites hurried after him, carrying a large cloak.
Zheng Qing didn’t continue to pay attention to what happened to the cloak and Sprites after that.
Because just as Professor Yao’s figure had disappeared at the doorway, Li ng, who had been sitting in the front row, dropped her textbook and dashed to the back corner of the classroom, appearing in front of Zheng Qing and his group.
“You, you, and you.” The little witch placed one hand on her hip, extended the other arm, and pointed one by one in front of several young warlocks’ noses, then slamd her hand down hard on the desk: “Do you guys have ti this Friday afternoon?”
The loud smack of her palm against the desktop startled the young scholarship student who was packing up his notes—this wasn’t because he was faint-hearted; in fact, several other nearby students were also startled.
But clearly, the others didn’t want to provoke this young lady, showing no intention of helping out, and instead quietly slipped away after collecting their things.
Only leaving Zheng Qing and a few others sitting there dumbly.
“Are you talking to us?” Zheng Qing pointed to his own nose, then waved his finger across Xiao Xiao, Xin Fat Man, and Zhang Ji Xin, cautiously asking.
“Duh!” Li ng rolled her eyes in contempt and gave the warlock a dismissive look: “And you’re a scholarship student, yet so slow on the uptake!”
Zheng Qing tugged the corner of his mouth, not wanting to argue with her, and instead mulled over his excuses, planning to busy himself with a pile of tasks—based on the little witch’s tone just now, he felt that if he directly answered ‘I’m busy on Friday’, he’d get whacked.
Yes, it was better to be tactful.
After all, we need to take care of the ntal health of minors.
But before he could figure out how to phrase it, the other two guys had sold themselves out.
“Friday?
Got ti!
Lots of ti!” Zhang Ji Xin, upon hearing Li ng’s question, slapped his chest unambiguously and emphasized, “You want us to have ti, we’ll have it!”
“Exactly, if ng ng wants us not to have ti, then we won’t have ti…
Our ti is your ti!” Xin Fat Man also approached with a flattering smile on his face.
“Ew!
Two creepy uncles!” The Little Witch made a face of disgust and tilted her head to one side as if trying to pour out what she had just heard from her ears, causing Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao to nod repeatedly in agreent.
“Next ti soone speaks to you in that tone, smack a bunch of bursting amulets on his face, and you can’t go wrong,” Xiao Xiao first gave the Little Witch a sound piece of advice, then turned his head, looking at the chubby guy and Zhang Ji Xin:
“You guys have plenty of ti on Friday?
Rember what we have to do on Saturday?”
“The D&K is opening this Saturday!
Both of your monthly living expenses have been invested in it!
If the opening fails, you won’t even have the northwest wind to drink!
Given this, do you think we’ll all be idle on Friday night?”
As he spoke, Doctor Xiao seed to rember sothing, glanced at Li ng, and then at the Red-faced Male Wizard and Fat Man, as if in thought, and finally added in a slightly softer tone, “I just want to emphasize that your ti is not only your own, or Li ng’s, but also the Absolution Hunting Team’s…
Don’t neglect this point.”
“Besides, I need to remind you that so of your ideas are against public decency and wizard laws.”
“Right, right, right, I wanted to say that too,” the young cost student joined in with a sleazy smile, pretending to be earnest, “Having trouble walking away when you see a little girl, I tell you, that’s where you make mistakes…”
Before he could finish speaking, his leg was t with a hard kick from Li ng, as well as angry glares from the other two warlocks.
The footprints of the little red shoes were clearly imprinted on the cost student’s red robe, strikingly conspicuous.
“I—am—a—college—student!” Li ng gritted her teeth and glared at the cost student, enunciating each word deliberately.
“No problem!” Zheng Qing promptly raised his hands, following his heart’s desire, and took a firm step back.
“Hoo…”
“Sigh…”
“Hoo…”
The Little Witch took several deep breaths, her lips moving slightly as if she were murmuring sothing.
Without thinking, Zheng Qing’s hand reached into the Grey Cloth Bag and felt the Black Donkey’s Hoof—if the Little Witch cast so nasty little curse on him, at least with the amulet, he wouldn’t die too horribly.
Luckily, it seed that the Little Witch was just calming her own anger.
Soon, she lifted her head and looked at the young warlocks again, pulling a stiff smile on her face: “Hmm, good, as long as you have ti…”
“She must be planning sothing!”
Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao exchanged glances, the sa thought spontaneously erging in their minds.
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