The teacher of magical zoology on the podium was talking incessantly. Below the podium, the gradually uneasy students began whispering to one another, holding their textbooks.
Zheng Qing also slowly furrowed his brows.
However, what concerned him wasn't that the teacher's lecture had deviated, but that the content of the 'deviation' was unexpectedly interesting, like a drop of water falling into a boiling oil pot, causing thoughts to burst forth one after another in his already tumultuous mind.
"Teacher? Did you pick up the wrong notes?" Finally, a brave student raised their hand, pointing out that the young lecturer on stage was reading inconsistent content.
The magical zoology teacher froze for a few seconds, seriously flipping through the notes in his hand.
"Ah, I'm really sorry."
