Zheng Qing strongly suspected that the gray squirrels at school possessed some bizarre Innate Magic.
He hadn't discovered the huge lump on his forehead where an acorn had hit him until he woke up the next day. It was hard to the touch and throbbed with pain, much like the effects of certain magically enhanced attacks.
Like a certain powerful witch's Iron Fist of Love.
It put him in a foul mood while drawing Saturday's line graph. He could already tell that tomorrow morning's graph would start much lower, thanks to how awful he would feel when he woke up.
The previous day's line graph looked just as bad.
On Saturday night, the You Zui Hunter Team, together with Jiang Yu, Li Meng, Plush Bear, and two mice, had spent most of the night sneaking around campus in search of the faceless monster the mice had mentioned. They never found it.
They did run into plenty of scorpions, snakes, and other venomous creatures. Whenever they did, the brothers with the big ears would call for everyone to help catch them, then gleefully gather them up.
It made the young scholarship student seriously suspect that the two mice had ulterior motives and were feeding them false information to trick them into catching venomous creatures.
But training in a complex nighttime environment was good for the You Zui Hunter Team, and what Zheng Qing had "witnessed" in his dream lent some support to the mice's story. In the end, he kept his suspicions to himself.
Besides the distressing line graphs, the increasingly volatile atmosphere at school was unsettling.
The open and covert clashes between the Blood Fellowship and Sacred Will were growing more frequent. The Student Union, the Student Union Federation, and other student-run organizations had been dragged into the mess as