7:53 in the morning.
That is to say, there are still thirty-seven minutes until the first class starts.
Zheng Qing closed his pocket watch, leaned against the corridor, sitting quietly. After quickly calculating the time in his heart, he quietly let out a small sigh of relief—thank goodness, thank goodness, though the process was uncomfortable, at least he didn't travel to the wrong time.
Time conversion only changes the time, not the location.
So his current location was still in the corridor outside room 601 on the east of the teaching building, not far from the corner. Only it was the corridor from three and a half hours ago. Now, he only needed to follow this corridor to the end, then go down four floors, and he would see the classroom for Ancient Magic Arts Study.
Two witches from Astronomy Class 08-1 appeared at the corner, one holding the "Beta Town Post," the other one holding the "School Newspaper," whispering to each other as they briskly walked past the warlock.
