Zheng Qing had already forgotten how he had left the Coffee Cat shop.
He did not even remember whether he had petted any of the cats there. On an ordinary day, he could pet seventeen or eighteen different cats in that shop without repeating himself, and give every one of them a resounding name.
But today, the conversation between the two witches had left him mentally exhausted, and petting cats had completely slipped his mind.
"Terrifying. Absolutely terrifying."
More than half an hour after returning to the dormitory, he was still muttering to himself, repeating the words endlessly.
Dr. Xiao, who had been previewing his lessons all this time, finally could not bear it any longer. He looked up at his roommate. "What are you mumbling about by yourself again? Did you lock eyes with Cthulhu? Or did you see the moon get pierced by a sword again today?"
The last time Sartogua's eyeball had been pierced by a streak of light, most of the school had no memory of it. Zheng Qing had secretly discussed it with Xiao Xiao many times. That was why Xiao Xiao used the old joke to needle him this time.
Zheng Qing stared seriously at the chart spread across his desk. In hand, he held a Quill Pen and drafting tools, pondering in silence without responding to Doctor.
Fatty Xin, who had been studying Standard Potions: Second-Year University, laboriously climbed out of bed and leaned over beside the young scholarship student to take a look.
"He's looking at a candlestick chart," Fatty Xin reported to Xiao Xiao. Then he narrowed his eyes and analyzed it. "The overall trend looks like it's building a base. It's sitting above the half-month line and has been consolidating for days. The base feels solid, like it could rebound