"Professor, you've gone to the wrong classroom!"
Li Meng, sitting in the front row, was the first to notice the figure entering. She immediately tossed aside the copy of Standard Incantations that had been making her dizzy, jumped to her feet with great enthusiasm, and reminded him eagerly, "This is Astronomy Class 08-1!"
"You've gone to the wrong classroom!"
The Stick Figure behind the door also howled after the Little Witch, "This is East Teaching Building 601! You don't have a class in this room!"
Professor Li Qihuang tilted his head and glanced at the little figure behind the door. He nodded slightly and replied in his usual gentle voice, "Ah, yes. I'm not in the wrong room."
"But this is Magic Spell Class!"
The Little Witch looked stunned. She even uncertainly flipped through her class schedule, then raised her head again only after checking it several times. "...It's Old Yao's Magic Spell Class!"
Jiang Yu grabbed Li Meng's robe and hauled her back into her seat, while offering the professor at the door an apologetic smile.
The Potion Class professor did not directly answer the Little Witch's question. Instead, he looked around the classroom and asked, "Does anyone know what day it is today?"
"Monday!"
"September seventh!"
"The seventeenth day of the seventh lunar month..."
"Yi-Mao Day!"
"White Dew!"
Scattered answers rang out through the classroom. Professor Li raised a hand and pressed it down slightly, signaling everyone to quiet down. Then he nodded.
"That's right. Today is White Dew. The ancients said, 'Before night falls, blue mist drifts in; before autumn arrives, white dew gathers.' At this time of year, before the sky has even darkened, a thin blue haze already fills the air, while dew gathers in clusters upon the mountain grasslands. As the saying goes, 'Autumn