On Monday night, Zheng Qing had another "beautiful nightmare" similar to the one from the day before.
When he woke up the next morning, he sat on the bed holding his head for quite a while, seriously wondering whether he had taken too many blood replenishment pills these past few days and let the substances affect his consciousness.
Ordinarily, he was not this shallow.
But objectively speaking, shallowness was indeed full of appeal. No wonder everyone liked it.
The first class on Tuesday morning was Divination Studies.
For this class, Professor Yi, for once, did not have everyone sit in the classroom listening to those dry, tedious lectures. Instead, he led them to the Astronomy Tower and set up rows of oddly shaped Brass Telescopes.
Compared with ordinary telescopes, these seemed to be wearing thick tortoiseshell glasses.
"—Filters. They can help you observe stars during the day."
The Divination Studies professor removed one of the "tortoiseshell glasses," pointed at its translucent brown lens, and gave a brief explanation. "This is a stargazing instrument improved with fire dragon eyeballs by Archwizard Irenaeus of Smyrna, capital of Asia Minor—there's a test point here. Master Irenaeus invented these lenses to refute Gnosticism's theory of 'being skilled at discernment and perception'... Does anyone know this sect?"
The instant he heard the words "Gnosticism," Zheng Qing's ears perked up. A few days earlier, Thomas had mentioned that name in the Illegal Laboratory.
Perhaps because the term was rather obscure, no one present raised a hand.
That included Xiao Xiao. When the classroom fell silent for three seconds, everyone turned to look at "Doctor," only to see hesitation on his face and no intention whatsoever of raising his hand.
"No one knows?"
Professor Yi widened his eyes in surprise, glanced at Xiao Xiao, then at Zheng