"Zheng Qing?!"

Professor Montella looked at the young wizard in front of him with his usual stern eyes, his tone affirmative, as if he was a little curious.

"Yes, Professor Montella. Nice to meet you. ”

Zheng Qing clasped his hands in front of his abdomen, nodded a little stiffly, and at the same time unfolded the note that Professor Montella had given him, and handed it over—just after passing through the small bronze door, the bull's head acting as a doorman on the door spit out the note again and returned it to the young wizard.

Professor Montella reached out, and instead of taking the note, he reached out and grabbed the student's wrist.

Zheng Qing's arm trembled, and finally did not withdraw his hand.

"Councilor Su said, do you want to know as much as you can about yourself?" The professor pinched Zheng Qing's wrist with two fingers, as if he was taking his pulse, but also as if he was grabbing him to prevent him from escaping.

"Yes......" Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly, and wanted to explain a few more words, but was interrupted by Professor Montella.

"It's not easy," the professor shook his head, and didn't seem to be optimistic about Zheng Qing's thoughts: "There is more than one difficult thing in the world, but the four words 'recognize yourself' are undoubtedly one of them." Many people want to recognize themselves, but few people can do it. ”

Zheng Qing has no objection to this statement.

"I just wanted to check if there was any special bloodline in my body," Zheng Qing carefully picked out the words, both to make Professor Montella understand his requirements without arousing his keen interest—all in all, it was a very skillful conversation—and the young wizard added:

"Because I seem to be sensitive to strong mental stimuli, I often have blood scars under my eyes, but there are no lesions in the school hospital...... And sometimes, some magical creatures seem to be interested in my breath...... Dean Yao also knew about this, and he had suggested it to me before, so that I could come to you for consultation. ”

"Oh, Lao Yao said the same thing?" Professor Montella's eyes finally changed: "It's a pity, it seems that I can't just push you to the operating table and dissect it." ”

Zheng Qing's frightened face turned white.

On the test bench next to it, there was the suppressed low laughter of several black-robed wizards.

"What are you laughing at, is the mission accomplished?, don't you think 996 is not enjoyable, and want to stay in the lab with 247?" Professor Montella glared at the assistants with a straight face.

The low laughter stopped abruptly, and Zheng Qing glanced at the corner of his eyes, only to see that those wizards had recovered their serious expressions and sharp movements, as if the laughter just now was a hallucination for him.

Instead of continuing to lecture his assistants, Professor Montella put down Zheng Qing's wrist and turned to walk deeper into the laboratory. There was an unusually large test bench, and there was no one sitting behind it, and it seemed that it was the professor's own test bed.

Zheng Qing stood behind the professor in a daze, looking at his distant back, at a loss.

"Keep up!"

Behind the test bench next to him, a round face was raised, and he tried to lip shape, gesturing to Zheng Qing—ten seconds ago, he was the first wizard to laugh in a low voice.

Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

The chuckle of the assistant wizards behind the test bench just now, and Professor Montella's somewhat lame joke, made him feel a lot more relaxed, so that he didn't tremble when he shook the professor's hand.

He grabbed the corner of his robe and trotted a few steps to keep up with Professor Montella.

"How long have you been studying the magic script?" the professor threw a question at Zheng Qing as he walked.

"It's been six or seven months. Zheng Qing calculated the enrollment time in his heart and replied in a low voice.

"In other words, before entering the academy, there was no foundation in magic writing, right? Professor Montella sighed.

Zheng Qing whispered yes, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Have you ever learned talismans?" the professor asked again.

"Yes! I have learned!" Zheng Qing immediately straightened his back, and his voice became much louder: "I can write all the 1,296 basic runes silently." ”

The professor finally stopped.

At the same time, the two of them had already walked to the big test bench.

He turned his head and looked at the young wizard in surprise, as if he had known him for the first time.

"Oh, you're the freshman student in Lao Yao's Academy, the one who won the Merlin Medal, right!" Professor Montella said suddenly, "I heard Xiao Zhang talk about this...... Uh-huh, good, that's a lot easier. ”

Xiaozhang should be the chapter lecturer who teaches talisman science.

Zheng Qing felt that his face was a little dark—that is, after chatting with this professor for most of the day, he didn't even figure out who he was!

"Sit!"

Professor Montella dragged out a cushioned chair with white skin from behind the test bench, then pinched Zheng Qing's shoulders and pressed him down: "Put your head up and open your eyes...... Look at the headlight overhead. ”

Zheng Qing obediently raised his head, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the circular chandelier hanging under the ceiling. In the white lampshade, there were faint bunches of light floating around, I don't know if it was because it was full of lampworms, or because his eyes were dazzling and hallucinating.

Professor Montella pulled out a brand new pair of silkworm leather gloves, a pair of glasses with multiple lenses, and a small glass bottle from his pocket. The bottle contained a few grains of light the size of a grain of rice, and they were fluttering inside.

The professor set up his glasses, put on silkworm skin gloves, and then used a straw to pull out a small point of light from the glass bottle and point it into Zheng Qing's eyes: "Don't blink...... When did the red scars on the fundus appear?"

After the small light entered his eyes, he did not feel like grit, but like his eyes soaked in a hot spring, warm, as if a pair of small hands were helping him massage his eyeballs.

For some reason, Zheng Qing had the image of Dr. Duzem picking out his eyeballs and throwing them into the water to wash them.

"It was okay to eat yesterday afternoon...... At night, the eyes turn red. Zheng Qing's lips moved slightly, and he replied in a low voice.

"Last night?" the professor muttered, furrowing his eyebrows, "irritated last night...... Were you frightened by Satogua's big eyes?"

Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a feeling of tears in his eyes.

"You saw that, right?!" he stared at the masked professor above him with wide eyes, his voice a little excited: "I just said I ...... last night"

"Don't move, be careful of being blinded!" he sternly admonished, stopping the young wizard's agitation.

Zheng Qing was so frightened that his hands and feet stiffened, his eyes widened to the maximum, and he didn't dare to move.

Professor Montella did not continue the topic, but carefully observed the state of Zheng Qing's eyes, and as he observed, he occasionally instructed the quills next to him to record the strings of numbers and nouns he had announced.