It was another Monday morning, and they were about to attend another of Old Yao's Magic Spell Classes.
The two-day weekend vanished in the blink of an eye, yet it had been more than enough to leave everyone suffering from post-holiday syndrome. On top of that, the School Labor Committee had apparently gone mad and brought in a cold snap last night. The howling wind had blown all night, slamming the balcony windows until they clanged and rattled like a rough lullaby, leaving everyone in the dorm sprawled helplessly beneath their blankets by morning.
In the end, Dr. Xiao's willpower proved just a tiny bit stronger. He struggled into his robe, then pulled open Zheng Qing's bed curtains, yanked off his blanket, and dragged him along to morning practice.
Zheng Qing smacked his bitter-tasting lips, climbed up with drooping eyelids, and finished washing up. Then, without warning, he heard the vigorous snoring coming from Fatty Xin's bed. Anger rose in his chest, and malice sprang to mind. With a whoosh, he tore open the balcony curtains.
It was already mid-March, and the morning sun had become somewhat glaring. The cold wind had blown all night, sweeping every cloud from the sky and making the sunlight all the sharper.
Since Dylan usually slept inside his large coffin, the only person in the dorm who could be harmed by sunlight was Fatty Xin.
The vigorous snoring from beneath the fat man's blanket abruptly stopped.
But to Zheng Qing's surprise, another, slightly softer snore continued intermittently, still lingering with satisfaction. Zheng Qing blinked, then immediately realized that the second snore must have belonged to Fat Cat Tuantuan.
Because the fat man kept plenty of snacks at hand and had made his bed exceptionally comfortable, Tuantuan spent most of his time on the fat