Zheng Qing did not think he was a spell.
But since his teacher had said so and posed a question, as an outstanding student who had struggled within the exam-oriented education system for more than a decade, he naturally began analyzing himself along the lines his teacher intended.
"I'm not clever, my looks are ordinary, I'm indecisive in dealing with things, and I feel that good enough is good enough in everything I do. I like a quiet, uneventful life. I want to keep a cat, but I worry about it shedding or relieving itself all over the house. I'm somewhat skilled in talismans, but that is all thanks to your instruction, sir."
At this point, Zheng Qing paused.
He suddenly remembered the Student Union interview he had attended last semester.
Back then, he had given a similar self-analysis before one of the Student Union officers. Now, that analysis surfaced in his mind again without him realizing it, as though it had long been branded deep into his heart:
"I am used to staying amid familiar scenery, chatting with familiar friends, eating familiar food, living by a familiar rhythm, and doing familiar, unchanging things."
As he spoke, he seemed to realize the key point and quickened his pace slightly. "...Personality-wise, I have a mild case of obsessive-compulsive disorder. For instance, I'm used to taking the same route to the library, stepping on the same floor tiles along the way, keeping my number of steps identical to the previous day, using the same stall whenever I go to the restroom... If appearances are shaped by the heart, then the factor affecting all my choices should be the 'Convergence Principle' you asked about, sir."
"The golden mean? No, no, the world cannot be the golden mean... Following rules blindly, obsessive-compulsive disorder, familiarity..."