"Alfred Coke."
"Here!"
"Ao Xiaobao."
"Present!"
"Benjamin Potov."
The old professor at the podium called out names at an unhurried pace. After hearing only a few, Zheng Qing realized that his name probably would not be called until the very end, because Professor Xi Hua was clearly going through them alphabetically.
That was nothing much.
The only thing Zheng Qing found somewhat noteworthy was that before the old man on the podium had called even twenty names, the blue-robed student beside him had already answered on behalf of others three times—this was Zheng Qing's first time witnessing such a legendary scene. Compared with the well-behaved Jiuyou students, wizards from Starry Sky possessed far more innovative spirits. Two of the proxy answers had used ventriloquism, and one had used vocal mimicry. It was all pure technique, without drawing on the slightest bit of magic. The three answers even sounded entirely different, with their apparent sources slightly offset as well, leaving one with no choice but to marvel at the Creator's ingenuity.
Zheng Qing could not help glancing at the blue-robed student a few more times.
They said that a gaze carried not only weight, but warmth as well.
The burning, heavy stare coming from the side made Jiang Huai somewhat restless. Seizing the moment when Professor Xi Hua turned a page, he tilted his head and smiled apologetically. "We're all friends. It's only right that we help each other out... You're not with the Discipline Team, are you?! No way, no way. I checked the almanac before leaving today. I can't be that unlucky... Next time, if you can't make it to class, I can help you too! It's just one paper crane! Leave it to me!"
He thumped his chest loudly.
His attitude was good, but Zheng Qing felt