The noon meeting ended at nearly one thirty in the afternoon.
There was only a little over half an hour until classes officially began at two, not enough time for a nap, and too little time to visit the library—he might barely find an empty seat there before having to scramble back to the teaching building.
After seeing the little monk Shi Yuan off, only the members of Dormitory 403 remained in the room.
Only then did Zheng Qing turn his gaze toward Xiao Xiao.
During today's meeting, Dr. Xiao had barely spoken—a very unusual occurrence. The publicly funded student's intuition told him that the doctor had definitely discovered something, but was unable to tell everyone about it.
"What did you find?" Zheng Qing walked over to the doctor's side, lowered his voice, and asked quietly.
Xiao Xiao raised an eyebrow, unsurprised that Zheng Qing had noticed.
"Was the goat's milk good?" he replied softly, pointedly.
Zheng Qing glanced at the several empty goat's-milk bottles on the table and blinked.
"Not bad." He offered the praise sincerely.
"Then when did you start thinking goat's milk was not bad?" Xiao Xiao changed the way he phrased the question.
Even someone as slow on the uptake as Zheng Qing caught the hidden implication in that question.
"So it's connected to the goat's milk, right?" Fatty Xin had been paying close attention to the conversation in this little corner, one ear perked up to listen. At this point, he finally could not resist cutting in:
"Actually, I noticed it too. It seems like more people have been drinking goat's milk lately... Usually, aside from me, hardly anyone goes to get any, but there was actually a line there this morning! Something has to be wrong!"
"Now that you mention it, it does seem