Beneath the shadows, undercurrents surged; beneath the sunlight, all was harmonious.
The conversation before the teaching building under the moonlight, the secret dealings in a bar far beyond the academy walls, and so on, all lay beyond the young scholarship student's awareness.
At least in Zheng Qing's world, during the eleventh week of the second semester, everything was so normal, no different from usual.
Extracurricular assignments still seemed impossible to finish, Ilena continued to appear and disappear without a trace, Li Meng remained as fond of causing trouble as ever, and Professor Sima Yangyun was still just as cold toward Dr. Xiao.
"As the saying goes, husbands and wives don't hold grudges overnight. They fight at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of it. You two have been at odds for so long, you must both be tired of it by now." Zheng Qing bit the bamboo shaft of his writing brush and offered Xiao Xiao some muffled advice.
Wednesday morning brought a history class. Sima Yangyun, who taught it, did not glance once at the spot where Zheng Qing's little group sat throughout the entire lesson—ever since realizing that calling on Xiao Xiao in class not only failed to embarrass him, but instead earned him plenty of credits, the young female lecturer had chosen to completely ignore that corner.
This gradually bred a little resentment in the hearts of the wizards seated around Dr. Xiao. There was no other reason: history was one of the few subjects with a relatively low threshold. As long as they studied, memorized, and analyzed conscientiously, everyone could more or less earn some credits in class. Yet the conflict between Xiao Xiao and Sima Yangyun had already left Zheng Qing and the others without any credit income for two