"Sudden inspiration" was an ability possessed only by high-level wizards—or, more precisely, only after advancing to Archwizard did one stand a chance of touching upon this talent that was almost like an "intuition of fate."
Yet Zheng Qing had not even passed the Registered Wizard assessment.
He did not think he already possessed the abilities of an Archwizard.
The only two explanations he could think of were that it had something to do with the development of his Forbidden Spell Seed, or with the Little Green Snake sleeping in his ear canal.
Either way, it did not seem like bad news to him.
Having figured that out, the boy immediately put his hanging heart back where it belonged.
At the podium, the Alpha Wizard did not waste much time. After briefly explaining the incident, he began assigning tasks to the teaching assistants present.
Zheng Qing noticed that at least half the people stood up at that moment, did not take assignments, and left the meeting room directly.
"They..." He carefully poked Hilda beside him, who seemed to be feigning sleep, his tone carrying a hint of confusion.
"Huh? Them? Oh."
The practical class instructor woke up. Seeing the direction Zheng Qing was pointing, he immediately understood, but instead of explaining at once, he asked, "Do you know how many teaching assistants there are in the Teaching Assistant Group?"
"About a hundred," Zheng Qing gave a vague answer.
It was not that he was unwilling to give a precise answer, but that he genuinely did not know. Not only did the Teaching Assistant Group's members work across the four academies and four Research Institutes, but it was also an extremely fluid position.
Teaching assistants who temporarily filled in for students often vanished from campus without a trace just after everyone had