"Did you hear? Did you hear?"
"There's been another clash between the Centaur Tribe camp outside Alpha Castle and the Beta Town Management Committee. A few young centaurs kicked and injured the committee's public security officers. Then the Alpha Discipline Team, which had been watching from the sidelines, rushed in, arrested both sides, and hauled them straight into Alpha Castle!"
"The operation was led by none other than Sir Friedman of Alpha Academy!"
"Apparently, Alpha Academy's Discipline Team plans to handle the incident under First University's regulations and Beta Town's public security ordinances... The centaurs aren't happy. The tribe has begun to gather!"
Fatty Xin burst into the dormitory, waving a copy of the Beta Town Post and shouting as though he had stumbled upon the biggest story in the world. There wasn't a trace of worry on his face about the chaos the Centaur Tribe's gathering might cause. He was simply delighted by the news the incident might generate.
Zheng Qing glanced at him through drooping eyelids, exhaustion written all over his face.
That was the trouble with many wizards: they had no sense that they were part of the story, let alone any notion of worrying before others worried and celebrating only after others had cause to celebrate. Of course, Zheng Qing's own ideals weren't quite that lofty either.
He had more than enough troubles on his mind and wanted nothing more than to look after himself. He had no interest in stories about centaurs kicking wizards. The Faceless Monster that had escaped was still nowhere to be found. The Little White Cat, who might be someone he knew, weighed on his mind too. And as the end of the academic year drew closer, the pressure of his studies kept mounting. That wasn't even counting the contract he