Never expect good luck in life.
Only that way, when it failed to arrive, would you not feel so disappointed.
After Tuesday's Astronomy Class, Zheng Qing gained a deeper understanding of this maxim—Professor Emma had not, as the young publicly funded student had hoped, forgotten to assign homework to the students of Astronomy 08-1. On the contrary, after assigning work to Zheng Qing and the others, the old woman remembered that she had not assigned anything in her morning class and specially sent a paper crane to those students, adding another task.
Zheng Qing could not help observing a moment of silence for those kids.
Never having had something was not the worst thing.
Having it and then losing it—like a weekend without Magic Script homework—was what hurt the most.
Throughout Tuesday night and all of Wednesday, Zheng Qing frantically worked on his assignments. There was Professor Yao's paper analyzing the spell structure of the Yuan Chen Shou Hu Spell, Professor Emma's five-thousand-word Magic Script themed composition, Professor Yi's assignment to add new moving averages to the line chart, and the new Runes Teacher Zhang required everyone to master.
Compared with the others, Zheng Qing had it just a little easier.
After all, he had already learned every Rune.
So, during Thursday's Potion Class, he had more free time to finish Professor Li's analysis of potion properties, instead of being like Fatty Xin, who was anxiously drawing Runes in his desk drawer while attending class.
"You only need to spend half the time you use for extracurricular reports on your homework, and you would not have to work this hard." Zheng Qing looked at Fatty Xin, whose forehead was slick with sweat, and sympathized deeply. "And a reminder... the energy channel on that Thunder Talisman of yours is not closed