"Are you heading to the library?"
Zheng Qing opened his mouth at the simple question, but for a long while, no words came out. Xiao Xiao, beside him, gave him a puzzled look, straightened up, and answered politely, "Yes, Professor."
"Good, good... Study hard and aim for good grades. One of you is a specially recruited student, and the other is a publicly funded student... Especially you, Zheng Qing. If your grade point in Magic Spell Class isn't excellent this time, just see how I deal with you!"
As he spoke, Professor Yao smilingly patted Zheng Qing on the shoulder. His palm was as broad and warm as ever, yet Zheng Qing's body could not help trembling slightly.
The professor narrowed his eyes and carefully examined the young wizard.
Zheng Qing felt that the smile on his own face had stiffened a little as well.
"Has your courage gotten that small? I was only scaring you. Study hard, and you'll definitely get good grades." Old Yao grinned broadly, exposing yellowed teeth. In the past, Zheng Qing might have thought it was a consequence of smoking too much, but now he deeply suspected those yellow stains were marks left behind after blood had soaked into the enamel.
Zheng Qing stiffly nodded.
"What, are you feeling unwell?" the professor pressed.
"I didn't sleep well yesterday," Zheng Qing replied hoarsely, lowering his gaze. Even though he was certain Old Yao would not do anything to him, his repeated encounters with demons and monsters since entering school had still left the young wizard uneasy. He would never forget the sight of the pig demon from Daming Market charging at him. It was his most vivid memory of first coming into contact with the Wizarding World.
Professor Yao chuckled darkly and patted Zheng Qing's shoulder