"You just said 'didn't want to know.' Did that mean..."
Zheng Qing had wanted to ask more, but the meeting room doors suddenly flew open. A gust of draft swept through, accompanied by a jumble of footsteps. Zheng Qing whipped his head around and saw a mass of dark figures silently filing in.
At their head was Professor Yao Xiaomi, dean of Jiuyou Academy and director of the Magic Philosophy Institute.
As if he were teaching an ordinary class, he had lecture notes tucked under his arm and a pipe in hand. Smiling amiably, he raised a hand and waved at the room as though he had just entered a regular classroom.
Close behind him came several other black-robed wizards—Qian Jiuzhou, deputy director of the School Labor Committee; Sister Margaret, vice dean of Atlas; Professor Simon, vice dean of Starry Sky Academy; and Professor Charles, vice dean of Alpha. Zhang Yu, leader of the Teaching Assistant Group, followed quietly at the very back.
Zheng Qing knew all these people and had dealt with each of them to some extent, but aside from necessary public occasions like the School Hunting Meet and opening ceremonies, he rarely saw them.
Seeing them appear together now, he immediately realized that this meeting was indeed as suspicious as the rumors had suggested.
"Ladies and gentlemen, good morning."
Old Yao set the lecture notes in his hand on the podium and looked up. His opening was simple and direct. His gaze swept across every teaching assistant in the meeting room, deep and unfathomable. Zheng Qing felt that it seemed to pause on him for a brief instant, and he instinctively straightened up.
Quite a few teaching assistants reacted as he did.
Though the Legendary Wizard on the stage had restrained his aura, a single glance from