The "rumors" Fatty Xin had mentioned were soon proven by the facts to be no rumors at all.
On the first day of the semester, February 16, Zheng Qing had witnessed members of two societies draw their spellbooks in public over a verbal dispute during class, only to be taken away on the spot by the Student Union. It gave him a profound sense of just how badly the conflict between the school's two major societies had deteriorated.
At the same time, as the leader of the Youzui society, he had also received recruitment letters.
The difference was that while the other society leaders had received only one recruitment letter, Zheng Qing had received letters signed by both Lei Zhe and Augustus.
"You've been staring at those two cards for nearly an hour!" Xiao Xiao's lips barely moved, his tiny voice rustling by Zheng Qing's ear. "You'll have to choose a side eventually. It won't be too late to look at them after class... Old Yao has looked at you several times already."
At that final warning, Zheng Qing abruptly raised his head and looked toward the podium.
Unfortunately, his gaze met Old Yao's at just that moment. The professor's brows lifted slightly. Though he still wore a smile, there was scrutiny in his eyes, along with a trace of displeasure.
Zheng Qing suspected this was the legendary expression of "a cold smile on one's face."
The young publicly funded student's heart tightened, and he immediately straightened his back a little more.
Today was the first day of the new semester, and this was its first class. Professor Yao did not introduce any new spells. Instead, he led everyone in reviewing several spells from the previous semester and went over last semester's final exam papers.
Though there was nothing new,