C69

After going through a fierce battle with Wang Ya who had turned into a monster last night, the current Zhou Heng appeared to be especially dispirited. Last night, his body went through a short overloaded operation, and although he had recovered all his lost energy afterwards, the injuries caused by the overloaded operation could only be healed through time. He had originally planned to start reading the second book in the Heavenly Teacher Pavilion last night, so he had been forced to delay it further.

However, Zhou Heng still insisted on coming to class. The white cat was lying on his lap, napping with him.

Miss Tong sat beside him and listened attentively to his notes. She seemed to be especially close to Zhou Heng, causing the other boys in the classroom to be extremely jealous.

But Zhou Heng himself did not treasure this, he had already slept on his stomach after coming to the classroom for the past two days, and had already slept through two classes in a row.

During sleep, Zhou Heng's breathing would slow down just like a normal person's, and at the same time, his rate of metabolism would slow down. If there were any unusual sounds, he would immediately be woken up. In the public environment of the classroom, he could hardly sleep.

After entering hibernation, the Heavenly Master System would help him recover his damaged body. Just like how the computer system would help him kill poison when he didn't use the computer, Zhou Heng's body could only be recovered at the fastest speed when he was asleep.

In the afternoon, he prepared to make a trip to the drunkard's workshop to retrieve the copper rod that he had custom-made. He wasn't sure if the imitated copper rod still had its original effect. After all, it could still be considered a magic tool, so there was no reason for him to get it so easily. However, since he had obtained the information on magic tools from the Heavenly Master System, it was a pity that he did not try to create them himself.

Other than the Fuxi's stick, he also had information on the Concord Great Spirit Wood Bead, the imitation Judas Silver Coins and the four-way bamboo hat. However, other than the Silver Coins, he did not manage to find any other information on the two other spirit equipment that he had found on the web. It seemed like it was a material that only Li Gaoyeshan had.

In the afternoon, he would ask the owner if he could imitate the silver coin. Zhou Heng who was lying on the seat thought.

On the stage, the teacher was recounting the history of Europe. Zhou Heng had successfully filtered his teacher's voice, and now, his teacher's lesson could no longer disturb his sleep.

"In the Middle Ages, from 1480 to 1780, about a hundred thousand women were executed in the course of those three hundred years." The teacher said from the podium, "All women who have been identified as witches will be hunted by the Church and then burned to death at the stake. This historical event is known as' witch trial 'or' witch hunt '."

This was a major lesson. Below the stage, there were several classes of students. Everyone showed an expression of great interest regarding this segment of history. Only Zhou Heng was sleeping with his head lowered.

As the management of the university was more lax, and because the principal had specially greeted him, Zhou Heng would sleep, and the teachers would choose to ignore him. For a student with a background like this, it was already a blessing for the teacher to be able to sleep peacefully.

"In 1487, the book The Witch's Hammer was published by Kramer and Sbringer, both members of the Catholic priesthood and magistrates, and, with the support of Pope Innocent VIII, the great 'witch trial' began in Europe." As the teacher spoke, he wrote down the names "Heinrich Kraemer" and "Johann Sprenger" on the blackboard, which belonged to the author of the sinful book The Mallet of a Witch.

The white cat suddenly jumped up from Zhou Heng's leg. It climbed onto the table and looked at the two names written on the blackboard.

"Almost everyone in Europe at that time had The Witch's Hammer," the teacher said in a rich voice, explaining the dark history of Europe. "They tried to force women to be convicted and then sentenced to death under the pretext of their illogical theories."

"Are you in class too?" she whispered.

The white cat impatiently pushed away the pen that Miss Tong reached out with her claws.

The teacher began to use the projection and the curtain in the classroom to show the students some words and paintings recording the situation.

The white cat was lost in thought as it looked at the changing patterns on the curtain.

"What a strange cat." Miss Tong could not help but exclaim softly. It was the first time she saw a cat that knew how to listen to a class.

"Yes, it's strange." Zhou Heng who had his eyes closed suddenly said something. At the same time, he reached out his hand to grab the white cat on the table and stuffed it under the table, ignoring its objections.

"Eh," the Miss Tong said in surprise, "You're not asleep?"

Zhou Heng slowly sat up and smiled bitterly. With his sensitive body, wanting to sleep well was simply too difficult.

"No, I'm just dozing off for a while." Zhou Heng replied.

"Oh." Miss Tong nodded. When it came to experiences of communicating with the opposite sex, Miss Tong would only have less experience than Zhou Heng, so every time they talked to him for a bit, the two of them would sink into an awkward silence.

"Don't move!" The white cat seemed to still want to struggle and crawl up from Zhou Heng's leg, but how could Zhou Heng give it a chance? He only needed one hand to firmly press down on it, "You're not allowed to go anywhere." Zhou Heng said to the white cat. He was afraid that the white cat would run around the classroom, which would be troublesome. Bringing a cat to class had actually already given Zhou Heng quite a bit of attention. Moreover, it was a conspicuous white cat.

"About that, I want to go to the other teaching buildings for the next class." Miss Tong was afraid that Zhou Heng didn't know this, so he warned him beforehand.

"I won't be going to class after this class." Zhou Heng said, "I still have some matters to attend to later." Because he didn't know how many days drunkard's workshop would close, Zhou Heng decided to go over early to get his custom-made copper rod.

"Ai!" Miss Tong revealed a look of disbelief, "You want to skip class?"

Zhou Heng nodded his head: "I have to go get something in the afternoon." He did not care about skipping classes. After all, he was not here to graduate.

But to the Miss Tong, skipping classes was something that only existed in legends. As a child, she had grown up in all sorts of ways, and no matter what she wanted to do, someone would stand up and say, "This is not something you can do" or "You should do that." After that, her father died and she became the patriarch of the Tong Family in name. Her voice became much softer when she spoke about the orthodox bloodline of the Tong clan. No one dared to say anything to her. Tong Family was the leader of the Chinese feng shui, she was the little empress of the Tong Family, and every single person of the Tong Family was willing to die for her at any time.

But she was used to living in a tight frame of mind, and even though she could enjoy the luxury of eating every day, she insisted that the dietitian and the chef prepare three simple meals for her every day.

She hesitated.

Zhou Heng yawned, then took out his phone to look at the time on the screen. He was waiting for class to end.

On the podium, the teacher had already begun arranging homework for everyone to finish when they got back. The class was about to end.

"That," Miss Tong suddenly opened her mouth, she finally mustered her courage, "that —"

"What's wrong?" Zhou Heng turned to ask her.

"In a moment," Miss Tong said with a red face, "Can you bring me along?"