High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 187 - 111 Professor Tesla_1

Chapter 187: Chapter 111 Professor Tesla_1

September 12th, lunar month of Xin, day of Yimao, equivalent to August 13th.

Avoid visiting the sick, refrain from other activities.

Suitable for, refrain from other activities.

Refrain from other activities can be interpreted as "do not do anything else apart from this."

So, according to the old almanac, one should do nothing and sleep soundly today.

However, for many students at the First University, compared to the high prohibitions of the unseen almanac, the professors standing on the platform seem to carry a greater deterrence.

After all, today is Friday, and the school still has a full day of teaching planned.

For example, Astronomy Class 08-1 has an alchemy lesson in the morning and a combat class in the afternoon. The entire day’s schedule has already been planned in advance.

In the morning, Zheng Qing stood outside the cafeteria with the sun on his face, spread his palm, and weighed his palm.

The autumn day was just right, the sunlight was lighter than usual.

The canteen auntie seemed to be in a good mood because of the crisp sun, and when she was serving Zheng Qing, she didn’t even scoop a few more times, and gave a generous portion.

This made Zheng Qing very satisfied.

Especially when he saw Xin Fat Man ’pigging out’ not far away, his sense of joy was even stronger.

"Weren’t you planning to skip this alchemy class today?" He asked with a barely suppressed smile as he sat at the table with his tray, "What, changed your mind?"

Xin Fat Man was originally lying down at the table, slurping a bowl of chicken and mushroom soup. At these words, he sat up, made a smacking sound with his mouth, and sighed, "I had an appointment with some seniors, but considering the current situation, it’s wiser not to make a fool of myself."

"You realize how embarrassing you can be?" Xiao Xiao, who was sitting next to him, glanced at his eating manner and hummed without emotion, "Don’t eat like the Tongue Hand Clan."

Although he doesn’t know much, Zheng Qing had heard of the name Tongue Hand Clan.

They, like the multi-arm people, belong to an alien race, and have a not-so-small embassy in the west district of Beta Town.

The members of this clan have long and flexible tongues, are good at spells, and often speak spirits.

However, because they use their tongues as hands during meals, their table manners are atrocious. They often eat with a face full of soup stains and dishware all over the place and are disliked by many self-proclaimed elegant species.

As a result, ’eating like the Tongue Hand Clan’ in the wizard world is a sign of rudeness and lack of upbringing.

"If I don’t eat like this, will you feed me?" Xin Fat Man was furious at her comment.

"Who told you to be so clumsy?" Xiao Xiao drooped her eyelids, held a small bowl with a spoon, and slowly stirred the soup inside.

"Hmph!" Xin Fat Man had nothing to say, so he vented his anger on his food, licking his plate forcefully, making a ’smack, smack’ noise.

Zheng Qing looked at him a bit pitifully, but could only silently take a bite of his steamed bun.

He tampered with many flowers and plants, but he chose to tamper with the bowl flower.

Indeed, there must be something hateful in a pitiful person.

Although Uncle Sistanda had said that the bowl flower was not ripe yet, its effects lasted for over a week, which was quite terrifying.

Meaning that, for the next week, Xin Fat Man will continue to lick his plate like he is doing now.

Should he find an excuse to distance himself a bit from him? Zheng Qing gave a grin to a girl not far away who was curiously looking over, and sighed a little annoyedly.

"Eat quickly. I heard that Professor Tesla will be teaching this class." Xiao Xiao, who had swallowed a mouthful of soup elegantly and wiped her mouth with a piece of bread, reminded Zheng Qing, "That old man is quite fierce."

"Eh? I thought he would only meet us at the end of term." Zheng Qing was slightly surprised.

"He is going to teach?" Xin Fat Man widened his eyes, stared at the watermelon head in front of him, and completely ignored the soup dripping from the corner of his mouth, complaining, "Why didn’t you say it earlier? You must have known before! If I had skipped class today and that old man had caught me, you would have been in trouble."

"Why would it be my fault if you skip class," Xiao Xiao scoffed at his threat.

"Calm down, calm down." Zheng Qing played the peacemaker between the two and said with a smile to Xin, "Aren’t you here not absent after all, as they say there is a divine plan in the unseen world, that’s it."

"That old man." Xin Fat Man looked a bit better upon hearing this, but he still muttered a few words before burying his head back in the plate and smacking his lips loudly.

Professor Tesla is their alchemy teacher.

However, according to the seniors in school, this professor from Atlas Academy is extremely busy in his daily work, so he often entrusts his assistant and graduate students to teach the lower grades.

Therefore, after the previous lesson, which was the first one, Zheng Qing had already prepared himself to see a new lecturer this lesson.

However, when they rushed to the classroom, they were surprised to find that Professor Tesla was already sitting behind the lectern.

This is unusual.

Even other professors who attend class punctually don’t enter the classroom before the school bell rings.

However, this kind of unusual occurrence can be accepted if it happened on Professor Tesla.

Becaause this old man is a fervent member of the scientific sect, and he has an unusual contempt for authority and tradition. Known by his daily attire, he doesn’t wear the black robe prescribed by the school like other professors, but shows up all over the campus in a sloppy white lab coat.

At this moment, the professor, as always, was wearing a massive black-rimmed glasses under his messy hair, unkempt from head to toe, holding a heavy law book with a metallic cover in his hands, and impatiently tapping on the lectern.

’Thump, thump, thump.’

Each student who entered the classroom could feel the tense atmosphere permeating the air. One by one, they ran hurriedly into their seats, silently took out their own law books, spread them out on the desk, and waited for the old man on the lectern to speak.

Alchemy is a compulsory course for the whole school.

However, this course is very profound and complicated, and many theories are too abstract. Except for graduate students who specialize in this direction, no one will care whether Schrödinger has a cat or not.

Therefore, in the school’s teaching plan, the content of the low-grade alchemy course only simply involves some content of modern alchemy development and innovation direction.

Hence, like the philosophy of wizards, the school has not assigned a unified textbook for this course. The course and examination contents are basically determined by the professor’s handouts.

In the last lesson, this old man did not care if they were freshmen and directly started with "the probability problem of time showing a normal distribution in multidimensional space" in the first lesson for freshmen.

Throughout the class, Zheng Qing was listening to something he couldn’t understand.

Put simply, he understood every word, but he could not understand what the professor was saying.

Except for Matthew and Jiang Yu, who managed to barely ask the professor a few questions, almost everyone else was in this state.

The only result of the last lesson was to completely shatter Zheng Qing’s delusion of learning something like turning stones into gold in alchemy, and then returning to the mundane world to live a happy life.