Absolutely not!
He seemed to be psyching himself up, muttering in a firm voice.
"What?"
The Fat Wizard had only just recovered from his irritation when he heard the young scholarship student talking to himself. He first looked confused, then his expression gradually darkened. "Do you think I was wrong? Isn't the Beta Town Post made up of petty people?"
"Absolutely not!"
Zheng Qing hurriedly denied it, repeating those awful words. Then he realized that their conversation seemed to have fallen into some strange misunderstanding. After a pause, he explained in a remedial tone, "What I meant was that the Beta Town Post is utterly shameless!... I was talking about something else just now..."
The simple drawing behind the door conveniently shouted, "Old Yao and his pipe have already turned the corner!" interrupting the Fat Wizard's questioning. The young scholarship student finally let out a worried sigh of relief.
Only then did he realize that Monday's first class was Old Yao's Magic Spell Class. The color drained from his face again, and the breath he had just released was sucked straight back into his stomach.
Bang!
The classroom door was shoved open with tremendous force. As usual, the Magic Spell Class professor strode up to the podium. Below the platform, the young scholarship student could not help recalling the enormous palm that had filled the sky in his dream, and he shuddered instinctively.
"Class!"
The professor gave his forearm a powerful swing and tossed the lecture notes onto the desk. With a crook of his fingers, four or five pieces of chalk scrambled out of their box and happily went to fulfill their purpose on the blackboard. For a moment, the room was filled with the scratchy sound of writing.
"'Belief' is a concept in the field of mysticism. It