Monday afternoon's divination still had a noticeable effect on Zheng Qing.
Although he had pretended to be open-minded in front of Ilena and lied that he had asked a different question, that was not the truth. He had indeed asked whether he would be expelled from school, and the Tarot Cards had taken a pessimistic view of it.
This made the young scholarship student even more cautious at school.
As a result, regarding Nicholas's current predicament, he only quietly watched from the sidelines. He did not dare interfere or speak up for Nicholas, fearing he would lose the little "prestige" he had among Jiuyou Academy's students.
Accordingly, the atmosphere in Dormitory 403 became somewhat tense as well.
For several days in a row, Fatty Xin had muttered that Zheng Qing had infected him, that a nightmare tormented him every night and kept him from sleeping well.
Zheng Qing had initially thought he was merely describing insomnia and bad dreams, until Wednesday morning, when he woke up and saw the fat man getting up early for once. He held a small glass bottle in one hand and a dropper in the other, dripping some unknown liquid into the bottle by the morning light.
"What are you doing?" the scholarship student asked groggily, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.
One little elf held a toothbrush while another held toothpaste. They presented them to Zheng Qing and urged him to brush his teeth. Having just woken up themselves, the little elves were still rather dazed, flying crookedly through the air.
"I caught a little nightmare and I'm preparing it," the fat man said in a lowered voice, sounding rather pleased with himself. "To catch it, I even stuffed a few ant eggs into my ears before bed last night..."
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