"Huh? Why are there only a few of you? Where are Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun?"
Flender frowned and looked at Li Yusong beside him.
"Dean, I notified them last night. Knowing them, they shouldn't be late."
Puzzlement crossed Li Yusong's face. He turned to Jiang Lin.
"Xu Nuo, don't you share a dorm with Oscar? Where is he?"
Jiang Lin said, "Teacher Li, Oscar and Dai Mubai went to the Infirmary."
"The Infirmary? What happened to them?"
"I don't know," Jiang Lin said. "But Oscar seemed to have a nightmare last night. He started vomiting as soon as he got up and couldn't stop."
"Hm? Yusong, go check the Infirmary," Flender said.
"All right."
After Li Yusong disappeared from sight, Ma Hongjun finally arrived. He looked hardly better than Oscar, though, his face deathly pale.
And he was leaning on a crutch?
"Ma Hongjun, what are you up to now?"
Zhao Wuji's eyes narrowed. His face was covered in bruises; evidently, his night hadn't gone well either.
"T-Teacher Zhao, I think I've lost feeling in my lower body—"
Ma Hongjun managed a smile uglier than a grimace.
"Hm? What happened?" Flender asked, looking him over.
"Dean, I had a strange dream last night. In it, I—I—"
Ma Hongjun opened his mouth, but he couldn't bring himself to say the rest.
"Stop hemming and hawing. Spit it out!"
Zhao Wuji was already in a foul mood after some powerful stranger had beaten him up for no apparent reason last night. Seeing Ma Hongjun like this only made him angrier.
Faced with Zhao Wuji's impatience, Ma Hongjun finally gathered the courage to finish his sentence.
"Teacher Zhao, Dean, I dreamed someone took a saw and sawed off my lower body!"
"And it went on all night. When I woke up