After the magic text class on Tuesday afternoon, Professor Montreya asked Zheng Qing to help carry the assignments collected before class to his office. Evidently, it was an excuse since this task was usually done by Tang Dun.
But today, under the professor's insistent gaze, the monitor shrugged his shoulders and quietly slipped away.
"It won't take up too much of your time."
Professor Montreya's voice carried a hint of fatigue, his tone lacking the usual sternness. Perhaps because of their frequent interactions, Zheng Qing rarely scrutinized his former lab mentor seriously. It was only this time, upon close observation, that he was surprised to notice that the professor's gray hair had gained many strands of white, and his cheekbones seemed to have risen slightly: "——You can conduct time conversion in my office, it's safer than those empty study rooms."
Zheng Qing wasn't surprised that a vice dean level Big Wizard at the academy knew about this.
He readily agreed.
