Generally speaking, Magic Spell Class was the best class for chatting.
A large part of the course consisted of practical work. Students needed to hold their spellbooks and loudly chant the spells copied inside; sometimes, the professor even brought in small animals—rats, sparrows, and the like—as test subjects, making the classroom even more chaotic.
In a class like that, people generally could not hear private conversations, and even if they did, they would not care.
But today's Magic Spell Class was not suited for chatting.
After Old Yao took the podium, he spent half the class reviewing the key points of the spells they had learned last semester. He then used the remaining half to go over last semester's final exam papers.
Throughout the classroom, almost the only sound was his somewhat hoarse, weary voice. Even when he asked an occasional question and the students answered in a noisy rush, the disorder lasted no more than a dozen seconds before order was quickly restored.
Thus, Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao's quiet conversation easily caught Old Yao's attention. The view from the podium was completely different from the view behind a desk; many of the little actions students thought were unnoticed were perfectly clear to a teacher standing at the front. Most of the time, teachers were busy lecturing and would not pursue such behavior as long as it was not excessive.
But today was different.
As a publicly funded student of Jiuyou Academy, and the holder of numerous honors such as the Merlin Medal and the title of Great Arcana, Zheng Qing's exam scores had hovered only around the middle of the pack. This was deeply embarrassing for Professor Yao, the dean of Jiuyou Academy.
What angered the professor even more was that Zheng Qing showed no remorse whatsoever in