Until the class meeting began and Old Yao's projection appeared behind the lectern, Dr. Xiao still could not decide which brush to use to consecrate his new spellbook.
But Zheng Qing no longer cared about the Doctor's brush troubles.
What concerned him more was the professor standing on the podium tonight—before Old Yao's projection had even appeared, the young publicly funded student had silently prayed hundreds of times that the one coming to the classroom for the meeting tonight would be the professor in person.
Because he had something very important to apply to the professor for face-to-face, and when it came to that matter, a mere shadow could only do so much.
Just as Zheng Qing would never admit to any accidents caused by the shadow he had cut off—whether it had blown up another laboratory or gotten some cat from the Relevant Department pregnant, none of it had a single Copper Coin's worth of connection to Zheng Qing, the honest and well-behaved student.
So when he noticed that the professor standing on the podium tonight was a projection, he could not help sighing in disappointment.
"Don't worry. A Legendary Wizard's projection is nothing like that shadow of yours. Any application we submit to it can be regarded as having been submitted to the professor himself." Xiao Xiao casually comforted him as he compared the patterns on the two brushes in his hand.
"I hope so," the young publicly funded student muttered, lowering his head to review the application materials before him.
The materials belonged to the You Zui Hunting Team. They included the records of the Sin Absolution Knight Order, the hunting team's owner; the team's registration with the Student Union Federation and the Hunting Committee; all its achievements since its founding; the honors it had received; detailed