The sharp cry of the stick figure echoed throughout the classroom.
The originally noisy atmosphere quieted down almost instantly.
Everyone sat upright, awaiting the arrival of the professor.
Zheng Qing quickly gathered the newspapers and books from his desk into a drawer, then opened "Standard Spells: College Freshman", resting his arm on the desk, pretending to be earnestly studying.
"Bang!"
The classroom door was pushed open forcefully.
Old Yao, carrying a lecture notes, strode onto the podium.
Zheng Qing slightly raised his head, cautiously taking a glance. The professor frowned, his expression very serious.
"Dong Dong Dong!" Old Yao tapped the lectern with his pipe, attracting everyone's attention: "Put your books away! … Yesterday evening there was no meeting, so before today's class, let's discuss some matters!"
"Here it comes."
Several wizards in the back row of the classroom looked at each other without a word, sitting even more straight.
