"Eleven forty-seven? Hmm, just over ten minutes to go... But it's fine, there's still plenty of time. We can sit down and wait a little."
The gentleman pressed a hand to Zheng Qing's shoulder and guided him onto the long bench in the pavilion.
Zheng Qing shifted uneasily.
"Sir, where are we...?"
"School, of course. After all, I came to teach you."
"School?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows in surprise.
He had originally meant to confirm whether he was in a dream or reality. But the gentleman's answer seemed to contain more than he had asked.
The young publicly funded student cautiously looked around.
White mist churned a few meters beyond the pavilion, while a huge full-length mirror stood silently in its center. There was no blackboard, no box of chalk, and no lab bench. Nor did the gentleman have lecture notes or textbooks tucked under his arm.
This did not look like a suitable place for class.
"Of course it's school." The gentleman smiled gently. "After all, you're still studying at First University... Speaking of school, I'm sure you have plenty of thoughts about it. After all, not every first-year student spends an entire year on night patrol at Linzhong Lake."
Zheng Qing opened his mouth, unsure what to say.
In any case, blushing was enough.
The gentleman did not dwell on the embarrassing subject. Instead, he changed topics and asked casually, "By the way, after being at school for so long, do you have any thoughts about it?"
"Thoughts?"
"Your impression of the school."
"Um..."
It was a complicated subject. But at the moment, whenever First University was mentioned, Zheng Qing's first reaction was chaos. The young wizard hesitated for a few seconds before honestly giving his first impression. "A mess."
"An interesting thought." The gentleman narrowed his