Zheng Qing actually said a little less.
In addition to Poseidon, Edamame, Green Snake and those elves, he also manages a group of cats in the cat fruit tree and keeps two rat men in the shop on the pedestrian street.
From this point of view, his reasons for choosing magical creatures are not only good, but also natural.
Of course, the real reason that made the wizard choose this course was not the cats and dogs. This matter was private and not open to outsiders.
Not even with a few companions around him.
Otherwise, Zheng Qing dared to bet with the tongue in the mouth of the little snake in his ears and eyes that they would definitely know about it in a second and everyone in the noisy teaching building would know.
The wizard had just thought of the teaching building when he heard these three words.
"The stinky old nine who mislead students has entered the teaching building!"
The little stick figure behind the door shouted at the top of his lungs. Zheng Qing looked up and saw that it finally got up from the ground and began to rub its eyes and comb the few sparse short hairs on its head.
This time, everyone in the classroom finally heard what it was shouting about.
"Is it talking about Lao Yao?" Fatty Xin was a little unsure and hesitated before asking his companions.
Zhang Jixin hissed: "Then it's too courageous... Did it call Old Yao a 'monster' before? Aren't you afraid that the professor would tear off its mouth?"
"Maybe it thinks the professor doesn't have the same knowledge as it does." Xiao Xiao scratched his head.
Zheng Qing unfolded the mulberry paper that was crumpled up in his hand. While staring at the cat fruit tree painted on the paper, he teased Fatty Xin: "It seems that you don't need to draw two tigresses next to it."
In the classroom, other students were also whispering to each other, and from time to time they looked at the little stick figure behind the door with strange eyes, as if they were counting its last remaining days.
Soon, the stick figure confirmed the students' guesses and shouted again at the top of his lungs: "Professor Yao Xiaomi appears at the entrance to the corridor on the sixth floor!"
There was no lingering sound, and then, the little stick figure howled in its loudest voice:
"...The great legendary mage is about to visit his loyal classroom!"
The students did not care to despise the little stick figure who was arrogant at first and respectful at the other. Everyone looked up eagerly in the direction of the classroom door, wanting to witness the honor of the legendary wizard for the first time.
The little stick figure behind the door has a shy belly, head held high and chest high, pacing back and forth in its small space in a serious manner, as if acting as a guard of honor for Lao Yao.
Zheng Qing finally stopped hesitating, crumpled the mulberry paper in his hand into a ball, and quietly threw it on the ground.
After the paper ball landed on the ground, he hesitated for a moment, then rustled, stretched out his paws and tail, and transformed into a chubby little mouse. It raised its slender nose and twitched around. After finding the right direction, it immediately moved its four short legs and quickly crawled towards the front row of the classroom along the gap between the tables and chairs.
The whole process was very quick and almost didn't attract anyone's attention as everyone's attention was on the door.
The reason why I say 'almost' is because Zheng Qing vaguely felt that Dr. Xiao next to him seemed to have glanced at him, but when he looked back, he found that Xiao Xiao was looking at the door intently, as if that glance was him. the illusion.
boom!
The classroom door was pushed open forcefully. Professor Yao walked into the classroom with big strides as usual. Holding the lecture notes in his left hand, he took the pipe from his mouth with his right hand and pressed it down skillfully:
"Sit down, sit down...how was your summer vacation?"
The smooth and noticeable back of the head, the sallow complexion, the smiling eyes, the familiar tone - all of this gave everyone the feeling that the professor at this moment has not changed much from the professor in the last class of the last semester.
In addition to the pipe in his hand, he replaced it with a new model of burgundy color.
The young wizards in Astronomy Class 08-1 raised their heads and looked at the professor on the podium. They seemed to have not yet decided how to speak, so they simply answered his greetings with silence.
Professor Yao tilted his head and blinked: "It's been...two months, why are you still so reserved?"
"Professor, it just said bad things about you and called you a stinky old nine!" Duan Xiaojian suddenly jumped up from his seat, pointed at the little stick figure behind the door, and reported with great righteousness.
Immediately, he was cursed madly by the little stick figures.
"Liar! Traitor! Scumbag!" The stick figure grabbed a few sparse long hairs on his head, jumped on the smooth white paper, and said heartbrokenly: "I have worked hard and without complaint to inform you all my life. In exchange for the current betrayal... wouldn't your conscience hurt?!"
Listening to its opera-like howl, the class burst into laughter, and the originally tense atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed.
Professor Yao looked at the hunchbacked wizard with a smile: "Swearing? This is a very serious accusation... Do you have any evidence?"
"Yes, do you have evidence?" The little stick figure behind the door suddenly stopped acting, stood up straight, and pointed at Duan Xiaojian: "If there is no evidence, I will sue you for false accusation! I will report it to the school working committee and Dan Xiaojian. Hag..."
"I have!"
Li Meng, who was sitting in the front row, very actively raised a palm-sized morning glory in her hand: "I recorded everything it just scolded!"
The scream of the stick figure stopped suddenly, and he looked at the little witch with a ghostly expression.
Zheng Qing couldn't help but feel happy. He didn't expect that classmate Li Meng would do something like this, nor did he expect that the simple little face of the little stick figure could make such rich expressions.
The little witch skillfully opened the petals of her morning glory and forced it to repeat what she heard before. As a result, not only was 'Stinky Old Nine' confirmed, but earlier words such as 'monster' and 'the unexplainable man-eating devil' also echoed in everyone's ears again.
Even Lao Yao couldn't help but become curious.
"How could you record something like this?" He asked the thoughts of everyone in the classroom on behalf of the little stick figure behind the door who looked hopeless.
Classmate Li Meng answered very honestly: "Oh, I just think it's a pretty good scolding, and I want to learn from it."
Zheng Qing mourned for the child for three seconds in his heart - sitting in the back row, he could clearly see Squad Leader Jiang's tightly pursed lips and stern face - it was hard to imagine what kind of reception she would receive when she returned. punish.
"well."
Professor Yao stepped off the podium, patted the little witch on the shoulder comfortingly, and motioned for her to sit down. At the same time, he popped out a piece of chalk with his finger and hit the little stick figure behind the door.
The chalk turned to dust when it hit the paper, rustling, and instantly buried the little man in a blanket of white snow.
Classmate Li Meng felt that he had made a great contribution. He sat down happily and looked around. He looked at his cousin with a proud look on his face, as if he wanted to get a few words of praise. However, when he saw Jiang Yu's stern face, he immediately turned into a quail again.
