Chapter 8 You are a wizard

Thomas is the name of Zheng Qing’s interviewer.

He is a young Germanic man with blond hair and blue eyes, tall stature, fair skin, slightly drooped eyelids, sunken eye sockets, and a straight nose that makes the whole face look more angular. He is wearing a decent suit. The workmanship is very exquisite, and paired with a dark red tie and shiny leather shoes, he looks like a successful businessman.

After checking the admission notice, Thomas did not bother Zheng Qing’s family too much, but suggested that Zheng Qing take him around the city.

The Zheng family’s parents seemed to have no suspicion at all and handed over their son to this stranger with great confidence.

Standing blankly on the street, Zheng Qing looked at the guy in front of him who was constantly flipping the map in his hand, quietly wiped his sweat and asked, "Mr. Thomas, I don't know where you want to go."

"I have to think about how to get to Fangshi here," Thomas frowned, stared at the map in his hand, pinched his fingers, and replied, "In college, you have to start learning to be independent. You need to prepare a lot of things for life. In addition, like middle school, you also need to prepare some basic textbooks, stationery, experimental supplies, etc. The market has a complete range of things, and the shops there will have discounts for you before the start of school. "It's very cost-effective."

"But" Zheng Qing glanced at the huge supermarket behind the two of them and felt more and more confused. "Aren't there stationery stores everywhere on the street? Behind us is the largest warehouse supermarket in Pingyang." Ah."

"Supermarket" Thomas was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows raised. "You used to buy things in this supermarket when you went to school."

As he said this, he turned around. , carefully looking at the crowded supermarket across the street.

"I usually buy it at the stationery store in front of the school." The hair on Zheng Qing's head popped up, and he explained unconfidently, "I mean, there are a lot of things in this supermarket, so I should be there." Some stationery needed."

"Where did you go to middle school?" Thomas squinted, still looking at the supermarket carefully.

"Pingyang No. 1 Middle School, a provincial key." Speaking of this, Zheng Qing felt a little more confident.

"No, no, no, I mean, where did you actually go to middle school."

"On Yizhong Road, we just passed by the entrance of our high school."

"I'm sorry, I mean have you ever been to a special school before?" Thomas finally turned around. He looked a little surprised, and the hand holding the map made funny gestures, and muttered. "A special kind"

"No," Zheng Qing denied flatly, "Unless you count key middle schools as special schools."

"Is there something wrong with the system?" Thomas Putting away the map, he took out something like a mobile phone from his pocket and swept it over Zheng Qing's body. The buzzer of the machine kept ticking as the thing moved.

Zheng Qing looked around awkwardly, a little at a loss.

"No problem" is busyFor a long while, Thomas looked at the machine in his hand carefully, nodded with relief, and then shook his head, "Since the person is right, it's another troublesome thing."

"Troublesome" Zheng Qing He looked a little nervous and asked carefully, "Mr. Thomas, do you want to talk to my parents? You can also talk to my grandpa."

"Oh, no, no, no." Thomas shook his head repeatedly and looked. Looking at Zheng Qing, then at the big envelope in his hand, he sighed, "I just have to find a place to chat with you first. Sure enough, being an interviewer is not an easy job. Let's go to that tea garden over there. I don't like drinking coffee. How about you?" "

"Anything is fine." Zheng Qing followed him suspiciously, always feeling that this well-dressed guy looked like a liar.

"I think you have never been to a wizard school," Thomas asked Zheng Qing with a straight face as he walked towards the tea garden.

"Wizard School" Zheng Qing seemed stunned for a moment, and his voice couldn't help but raise a few notes.

"Wizard school, are you talking about the stories in Harry Potter?" A passing girl of 12 or 13 years old seemed to have heard Zheng Qing's words, and joined her enthusiastically, "I I’m also a Harry Potter fan. Are you talking about magical creatures, magical Quidditch, a school history of Hogwarts, or The Tales of Beedle the Bard? I have them all.”

Zheng Qing was struck by this sudden appearance. He was startled by the voice. He stared at the little girl with a pair of wide glasses on her nose. After a while, she came back to her senses, laughed dryly, and shook her head vigorously. Thomas, who was next to him, looked at the little girl curiously.

With a blush on her face, the little girl muttered a few words in a low voice and left jumping up and down.

Zheng Qing closed the cover of his pocket watch. Twelve minutes and thirty-four seconds had passed.

He and Thomas were sitting in a tea garden in the middle of Pingyang Road, and Thomas was sitting opposite him, flipping through the newspaper.

The two people have been sitting here for twelve minutes and thirty-four seconds, and Thomas has been flipping through his thick and bulging newspaper.

Zheng Qing held the tea cup with both hands, sipping the light green tea, and carefully peeked at the newspaper opposite.

There is a tofu piece of news on the back of the newspaper, with a very eye-catching title: The Umbrella Committee expresses dissatisfaction with the Dark Blue Castle

"At the press conference, the spokesperson of the Umbrella Committee of the Umbrella Union Huang Shi revealed that during a recent special operation against illegal laboratories, abnormal fluctuations in the dimensions of Dark Blue Castle were detected. As of press time, Justice Sam Marshall of the Wizard Court had signed off on a comprehensive search of Dark Blue Castle. The Wizards' Alliance reiterated its concern about the dimensional fluctuation experiment and stated that the alliance will continue to strictly review relevant laboratories that have not reported dimensional convergence."

I don't understand what the newspaper said at all.

Zheng Qing watched in frustration as Thomas put down the newspaper, took out a pen and started writing and drawing.

The two of them just sat quietly, letting time flow by quietly, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

“This is calculatingWhat?" Zheng Qing finally found something to talk about.

"Odds. Thomas did not raise his head, and explained while calculating, "We are already halfway through the World Cup. Although the Venus team is still in the lead, the Flamingo team has a strong upward momentum. They have killed the Wild Demon King first in three consecutive games." This kind of dark horse hunting team appears every few years. If I can win this time, I can put down these annoying mundane tasks in the past two years and concentrate on preparing for the multi-dimensional magic wave interference experiment under the conditions of the secret garden space. . "

"Are you talking about betting on football?" Zheng Qing looked at him blankly.

Thomas glanced at him and continued to calculate his own odds.

After a while, when he saw Thomas finally put away the newspaper, Zheng Qing hurriedly said, " I don’t quite understand the wizard school I just mentioned. "

Thomas lowered his head and looked carefully at the few tea leaves in his cup. Then he frowned, raised his eyes and looked at Zheng Qing opposite him carefully.

Those green eyes looked familiar to Zheng Qing.

“You are a wizard. "He said dryly to Zheng Qing.