The speech in the small square before the library did not last very long, but afterward, the lively discussions and clamor among the students lingered for quite some time.
Xiao Xiao held his notebook close, watching in all directions and listening carefully, recording every detail he could catch.
Only Zhang Jixin and Zheng Qing had neither work to do nor any particular interest in it. They were merely there to join the fun. But the excitement went on a little too long. By the time Fatty Xin and the Doctor had packed up and prepared to leave after the commotion in the square had died down, more than an hour had passed. It was already 1:10 in the afternoon.
According to Jiuyou Academy's class schedule, afternoon classes ran from 2:00 to 5:00. There were only a little over forty minutes until the Talisman Class bell rang, and Zheng Qing's group had not even eaten lunch.
"Didn't I tell you to get food first?" Fatty Xin was greatly surprised when he spotted his two companions standing stiffly at the edge of the crowd. "You've been standing here the whole time? Then what are we supposed to eat for lunch?!"
"What a cold world." Zheng Qing raised his head, gazing at the bare branches overhead and the gray sky, then let out a long sigh. "Is food and writing articles all you have in that brain of yours? When an ordinary person sees his companions waiting for him for so long, his first words should be concern and gratitude—like, 'You've been standing here so long. Are you tired?' Or, 'You haven't eaten yet? I've got lots of delicious things stored in my watch. Let's eat together!'"
"The cafeteria is closed now." Xiao Xiao tucked his notebook into his robes and added at