After coming down from the arena, Wang Qi returned to his usual lazy demeanor, looking as though he had no interest whatsoever in the martial trials.
But with how he was now, no one would think he was looking down on others or anything else—after all, this was a fierce man who could knock out an academy elite with a single punch!
With no one bothering him, Wang Qi simply leaned against that tree with his eyes closed, looking as though he had fallen asleep.
It was only after Mao Zimiao finished one martial trial that she found time to visit him. By then, Wang Qi was holding up a bamboo tube and pouring water down his throat.
Strangely enough, several bamboo tubes had already been tossed onto the ground.
"Little Qi... are you very thirsty, meow?" Mao Zimiao asked curiously as she looked at the bamboo tubes scattered across the ground.
"Mmm?" Wang Qi shook his head without speaking, merely handing another bamboo tube to Mao Zimiao.
Wang Qi's strange attitude put Wang Zhenqi on guard. She snatched the bamboo tube first and held it beneath her nose for a sniff. "Looking at that attitude of yours, it really feels like you're messing with us... am I overthinking it, lu?"
Wang Qi answered weakly, "Don't talk to me... I'm dizzy..."
For some reason, his voice was a little hoarse.
"Little Qi, are you hurt, meow?"
"Tch. A mere Fa Xiong can't hurt me."
Mao Zimiao glanced at the bamboo tube. "Is it some kind of stimulant, meow?"
"Medicine prescribed for the symptoms..."
Wang Zhenqi looked puzzled. "I never heard you were sick, lu?"
Mao Zimiao pulled out the bamboo stopper and took a sniff. "There's no smell at all?"
"A Miao, it smells like plain water to me, lu.