Chapter 2670: Chapter 891: His Fear Is Justified
"Very good!"
"Very good! Zheng Suyi, five points extra. The other two who raised their hands, Zheng Sushuang and Zheng Susan, one point each! Next time I ask a question, everyone must eagerly raise their hands and speak... Being bold in expression is the first step to mastering magic!"
Zheng Qing didn’t hide his favoritism at all.
At the same time, he ignored the teasing glances from others.
Luna Huisu, standing in the last row of the classroom as a ’newcomer’, raised a hoof. Zheng Qing nodded, indicating for her to speak.
"Professor."
The small brown mare puffed out her chest, politely expressing her confusion, "As far as I know, Fire Sand ’Super Arrow’, Gold Sand ’Zhu Mark’, Wood Sand ’Mu Li’, and Earth Sand ’Yellow Mark’ belong to Red Cinnabar; Water Sand ’Black Mark’ belongs to Black Cinnabar... I feel their classification is very unbalanced and lacks the symmetrical beauty of magic, why is that?"
"Just call me Teacher, I’m not a Professor yet."
The young assistant corrected the brown mare’s error in word usage cheerfully, while tapping the lecture notes on the table. "That’s a great question, and it’s also a key part we’ll emphasize in this class... Now, open to page three of your lecture notes, ’Mixing of Red and Black Sand’, and we will begin understanding the irregular properties of ’Red and Black’ from the perspective of Yin and Yang attributes..."
The back-to-back Q&A greatly improved the classroom atmosphere.
Making the class particularly smooth for Zheng Qing.
Until the dismissal bell rang.
The sound insulation barrier in the tent lifted, and the sound of distant waves and seagulls came in succession, making Zheng Qing reluctantly close the lecture notes in his hands.
"That’s all for this class," he skillfully assigned homework, then emphasized, "A solid foundation is the true shortcut to mastering Fu Method, this is especially important for you. Remember, your homework isn’t written for me, but for your future selves."
Passed down through generations, the old piece of wisdom was shared with others, bringing Zheng Qing immense satisfaction.
The tent’s curtain was rolled up.
Most of the volunteers from Astronomy Class 08-1 left first, ending this volunteer task in small groups after bidding farewell to Zheng Qing. Iseni led a few half-giant classmates swaggering out of the classroom; Ding Dong Ear and Dangdang Ears sat nervously in their seats, seemingly wanting to go out and play, but didn’t dare since their teacher and boss was still at the podium; Nicholas was whispering with Liu Fei Fei, unknown whether they were discussing homework or speaking sweet nothings.
After organizing the lecture notes, Zheng Qing looked up and noticed that at some point, Xin Fat Man and Xiao Xiao had already crowded in front of the lecture desk, surrounded by the three Great Elves, greeting them.
"... Do you remember me?"
The Fat Wizard, with his belly out, looked familiar and nostalgic, "When you came to room 403, you were so small, just a tiny bit, now you’re all grown up... So nice!"
After gesturing ’very small’ with his fingers, he loudly blew his nose.
Causing Li Meng on the other side to roll her eyes repeatedly.
"Need a wet towel!" A Great Elf enthusiastically handed the Fat Wizard a steaming hot towel, not sure where she produced it from.
"Of course, we remember!" Another Great Elf answered the Fat Wizard’s question, nostalgically glancing at his belly—for besides Tuan Tuan, back then, they loved using the Fat Wizard’s belly as a trampoline.
"Everyone misses you very much," the third Great Elf chimed in, her tone tinged with regret, "It’s just a shame Mommy won’t let us go out casually, especially not allowing us to enter the boys’ dormitory again..."
Mommy?
The sudden use of this word caused the surrounding noise around the Great Elves to drop significantly, and more than one person’s ears perked up, incessantly sneaking glances at the three beautiful little girls, eager to know who ’Mommy’ referred to.
Most people, including the students of Astronomy Class 08-1, only knew that these three beautiful little girls came from the Greenhill Mansion, very few knew they had transformed from sprites.
"Who is your ’Mommy’?"
Xin Fat Man asked confusedly—naturally understanding their identity, which made him more baffled by the mention of a ’Mommy’ than others.
"Mommy is just Mommy..."
One of the Great Elves bit her finger in bewilderment, glancing around, and upon spotting Zheng Qing behind the desk, cheerfully waved her hand, "Daddy, he’s asking who Mommy is..."
The Fat Wizard looked at the Great Elf in front and then at Zheng Qing, dumbfounded.
Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, half-smiling.
Zheng Qing felt as if a Blood Symbol Bullet hit him head-on, needing to hold onto the desk to steady himself. Strangely, the thoughts in his mind were ’Wizards indeed don’t feel fear without reason’, and ’I knew it’!
Like a boiling pot of water suddenly doused with cold water, the tent, which was lively due to the end of class, suddenly became stagnant. After a few seconds of silence, the boiling resumed, with the commotion of young volunteers from Astronomy Class 08-1 and Edge Academy students instantly skyrocketing to its peak, intertwining to almost lift the enormous tent.
Most people didn’t know the inside story.
So when they heard the three pretty little girls call Zheng Qing ’Daddy’, and they knew the girls came from Greenhill Mansion with a ’Mommy’ there—anyone with a modicum of logical thinking almost immediately guessed ’Mommy’s’ identity.
A few knew the inside story.
And for them, their expressions were slightly stiff.
Zheng Qing maintained a stony face, not daring to meet certain someone’s gaze, busying himself sorting the thin stack of lecture notes on the lectern that had already been neatly arranged.
He knew the fear he felt outside the tent wasn’t unfounded today.
His fear was justified.
"What did you call him?" Li Meng’s astonished voice reached Zheng Qing’s ears.
"Daddy!"
One of the Great Elves among Zheng Su’s mentioned one, two, three seriously answered, "Mommy said during class we should call Daddy ’Sir’, and after class, we can call him Daddy!"
Zheng Qing couldn’t help but look up.
He happened to see three pairs of pure, sparkling eyes, making him unable to get angry at all—Pesoa once said, love is eternal innocence, and the only innocence is not thinking.
"Time for Transformation Technique class!"
Jiang Yu rushed to the lectern, grabbed Zheng Qing by the wrist, and with great force squeezed through the crowd, "Sorry, your teacher has another class to attend, if you have any questions, you can ask through paper cranes..."
In a daze, Zheng Qing reacted.
Oh, that’s right, today is Thursday.
Up next is the Time Conversion course, ’Art of Body Transformation’, a course Old Yao exclusively set up for him and Jiang Yu. The thought of it made him want to bolt.
But the witch held him tight.
Leaving him no courage to escape.
