Chapter 233: The Key to Learning Magic Spells_1

A simple sketch is still just a simple sketch after all.

In its crude graphite head, there is no room to accommodate a normal soul.

Why would the professor bring a thug to the classroom?

That doesn't make sense at all.

Before Zheng Qing could complain to his peers about the peculiar thought process of the stick figure, the classroom door was abruptly opened.

Professor Yao, with lecture notes in hand, rushed into the classroom followed by two burly grey-robed school workers carrying a wooden box.

The box, approximately half a meter tall, had a red lacquer bottom, brass lotus leaf lock, and landscape patterns embedded on its surface. It looked as though it was inlaid with jade-like borders.

"Good morning!" The professor casually waved his hand to the students, "No need to stand up...sit, sit...you may both just place the box right here."

He pointed to the open space next to the lectern, indicating to the two school workers in grey.