She Must Be Plotting Something

Throughout the entire Magic Spell Class, Professor Yao did not teach any new incantations. Instead, he led the students through a thorough review of the keywords and key points they had learned over the past six months.

Since it was all material they had covered before, he moved very quickly, often spending only around five minutes on each point. Even so, by the time class ended, he still had not finished.

So, Professor Yao ran over.

For Zheng Qing, this was a long-lost feeling—ever since graduating from high school, he had not attended a class that ran over in a very, very long time—but for many of the other students, it was far from a pleasant experience.

For instance, Little Witch Li Meng, who sat in the first row, began frequently turning her head to look toward the back of the classroom after the bell rang, as though searching for something.

Perhaps sensing everyone's focus gradually waning, Professor Yao added another point on the blackboard that would "most likely be tested," then reluctantly closed his notes.

"We'll stop reviewing here for today... There's just a little left. We can finish it in half an hour next class." As he spoke, he pulled his pipe from his pocket again and clenched it between his teeth. With his tiny black eyes, he swept his gaze around the classroom, lingering especially on Li Meng's head.

The little witch finally gave up turning around and sat perfectly still in her seat.

The professor's mouth tugged downward in satisfaction, making the pipe at his lips bob up and down in a rather amusing way.

"I need to remind some of you: real magical knowledge is not something you can truly master just because I lead you through a few review classes, or because you cram