Wizards' studies were rarely purely theoretical, so even Book Mountain Hall had laboratories equipped by First University for the students. Of course, compared with the comprehensive labs in the teaching buildings or specialized testing grounds like Hundred Herbs Garden, the laboratories in Book Mountain Hall were relatively rudimentary. Still, they were more than enough for students studying on their own in the hall to briefly test the inspirations that had just struck them.
Moreover, because the fees for using Book Mountain Hall's attached laboratories were included among the hall's services, many freshmen used the equipment here whenever possible to complete their coursework and save a few credits.
So most of the time, the laboratories downstairs were crowded.
When Zheng Qing stood before the experiment table, he was briefly confused—because he did not remember applying to the librarian to use the laboratory today—but the fragrance emanating from the Gypsy witch soon made him forget that small doubt.
At that moment, the two of them stood before an experiment table by the window.
The table was already covered with yellow talisman paper, red cinnabar, clear spirit liquid for mixing ink, and brushes of varying thicknesses and types.
"I always feel like these gloves are full of resentment."
The Gypsy witch muttered softly as she pulled on a pair of translucent long-sleeved gloves. Zheng Qing carefully helped her pull the cuffs past her elbows, patiently smoothing out every wrinkle, then casually tied the apron strings behind her back.
From behind the other experiment tables not far away came faint snickers.
The young wizard felt his cheeks grow warm.
He narrowed his eyes and cautiously stole a glance at the experiment tables around him, only to find his vision somewhat blurred. It was as though tears had clouded his eyes, or as though he