When the young wizards of Astronomy 08-1 happily left the classroom, the professor of Late Ancient Arts Studies had only just entered Classroom West 202 of the teaching building.
Of course, this sort of temporal logic existed only in Zheng Qing's mind.
He knew that his classmates in Magic Spell Class and those in Late Ancient Arts Studies attended and finished class at the same time, but to him, the long six-hour course that morning had been undeniably real.
There were not many students taking Late Ancient Arts Studies, and nearly all of them were third-years, with only a handful of fourth-years. The classroom did not contain only Jiuyou Academy's red robes; there were also several blue robes, white robes, and Yellow Robes mixed in.
As a de facto invisible person, Zheng Qing obediently stayed in a corner of the classroom. Only after everyone had taken their seats did he quietly find an empty seat in the back row and sit down.
This was the simplest way to avoid crossing paths with people on this Timeline.
But less than three seconds after he sat down, a hurried figure came thundering in from outside the classroom and dropped into the seat beside Zheng Qing—almost landing in his lap.
"Hmm?"
The unfamiliar wizard who had just sat down seemed to have heard a brief breath. He tilted his head alertly and eyed the empty seat beside him suspiciously. After thinking for a few seconds, he tentatively asked, "Is someone here? Invisible?"
The unfamiliar wizard was a sturdy-looking black-haired male wizard. He wore a loose blue robe with three black trims embroidered on its sleeves. One glance was enough to tell that he was a third-year upperclassman from Starry Sky Academy.
A blue robe?
Zheng Qing sighed inwardly in disappointment. Although the blue-robed