As May approached, the grass grew lush, orioles took flight, the days gradually lengthened, and the weather grew warmer by the day.
Most noticeably, the witches' robes had become increasingly revealing. The interest young wizards had gradually restrained with the changing seasons stirred anew at the teasing sway of those cool robe hems.
Sunday afternoon.
Under normal circumstances, Ilena should have been studying in the library with Zheng Qing. But for some unspoken reason, the witch said she was a little busy, while the wizard thoughtfully said he understood. So in the end, Zheng Qing could only do homework with Xiao Xiao.
Fatty Xin had been chasing down a new story these past few days and was nowhere to be seen all day.
It was not until before their regular meeting that he hurried to the library to copy homework from his two friends.
"You can't keep doing this." As Zheng Qing stuffed his Magic Spell Class homework into the fatty's hands, he earnestly advised, "There's only a month and a half until final exams. Are you planning to become Nicholas II?"
According to the teaching schedule, the second semester's "classes suspended, review, examinations" period had been arranged from June 9 to June 19, and today was already April 26.
Counting it all up, there were only forty-three days left until finals—not even a month and a half.
The moment he worked out the exact date, even Zheng Qing gave a start. He had only meant to lecture the fatty casually, but he had not expected time to have passed so quickly.
"A month and a half?" Fatty Xin was clearly startled by Zheng Qing's words as well. "Why do I feel like this semester just started?!"
"From a macroscopic perspective, time tends toward stillness. But from a microscopic perspective,