Watching "himself" as an outside third party, especially everything he had once experienced, was a very interesting thing.
Strange yet familiar—those were the only words Zheng Qing could think of to describe it.
He watched Jiang Yu change into a crimson academy robe and return to the office in the blink of an eye. He watched another Bao Yangzi emerge from Master Baoyangzi beside the bookcase and walk up to "himself." He watched the utterly unsurprising argument between the old wizard and Professor Yao.
Yet the confusion circling in Zheng Qing's mind grew heavier and heavier.
It was not until a milky-white halo rose from the Pocket Watch, and the Timeline progressed to the moment when Master Baoyangzi used the Time-Turner to send Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu back three and a half hours, that the three figures before him suddenly vanished.
Zheng Qing stared unblinkingly at Old Yao behind the desk.
The professor waved at him with his usual smile. This time, however, the number formed by the bluish smoke above his head was neither "0" nor "1," but a blurry, overlapping shadow. It seemed to be a "0," yet upon closer inspection, it became a "1."
Snap!
Before the mahogany bookcase, Bao Yangzi snapped his fingers crisply, dispelling the invisibility spells on the two young wizards who had returned from time travel.
The instant Zheng Qing's figure reappeared in the office, he noticed that the number formed by the smoke above Old Yao's head lost its last trace of fuzziness and became a perfectly clear "1."
Legendary Wizards were extremely sensitive to gazes from any direction, especially the gaze of a young publicly funded student who was staring at him so rudely.
Yet the professor did not seem angry.
"Very good. You noticed that detail."
Old Yao raised