Zheng Qingyuan thought that the 'stay' Old Yao mentioned meant staying in the classroom, but unexpectedly, the professor on the podium waved his sleeves and enveloped the two young wizards. After a dizzying moment, when Zheng Qing came to his senses, the three had already returned to the dean's office.
In the redwood bookcase, a row of small, shriveled demon heads were whispering to each other secretly. When they noticed the boy's bewildered gaze, they all snarled and bared their teeth, revealing fierce expressions.
This menacing aura quickly sobered Zheng Qing.
"Professor—"
The pleasant complaints of a witch came from beside him: "If you intended to bring him back to the office, why did you hand it over to me... it wasted a whole round of time."
As she spoke, she returned the notebook-like item wrapped in parchment to Old Yao's desk. At the same time, she glanced back at Zheng Qing with a smile in her eyes: "Forgot to tell you... congratulations, congratulations~"
