"Lads, throw in a little bet."
A strange wizard squeezed through the narrow aisle, approached the stand of Astronomy Class 08-1, and pitched to a few young wizards who were laughing loudly in hushed tones.
He was wearing a slightly ill-fitting red robe, holding a thick notebook under his arm, a stack of blank paper in his left hand, and a green peacock feather pen in his right hand, with several shorthand pens sticking out of his breast pocket.
Although the sun was shining brightly today and the weather was good, this wizard kept his oversized cap on, almost covering his entire face under the shadow of his cap, revealing only a sharp, fair chin. If it weren't for his somewhat rough voice and the high Adam's apple on his neck, Zheng Qing would have almost mistaken him for a witch.
"You are ..." Zheng Qing eyed this strange wizard warily and didn't answer his question immediately.
