Zheng Qing lay on the six-poster bed in his dormitory, with a finely woven rattan mat beneath him. It was already late May. After the Dragon Boat Festival, the weather had grown hotter and hotter, and everyone in the dorm except Dylan had laid out cool mats.
Dylan's Coffin had many slots for embedding Runes. In winter, he hung Warming Talismans on it; in summer, insect-repelling talismans and Cooling Talismans. He had no need to prepare a cool mat like everyone else.
In fact, Zheng Qing had always thought it was a waste for Dylan to embed insect-repelling talismans in his Coffin. There were no mosquitoes or bugs inside the Coffin to bother him, and outside it, no matter how loudly the mosquitoes buzzed, they could not disturb the Vampire Werewolf sleeping within.
Fat Cat Tuantuan let out a lazy howl.
The young wizard yawned heavily and peered blearily beyond the bed curtains—the thick winter drapes around the six-poster bed had been replaced with summer gauze curtains, light and transparent enough that he could clearly see the room's activity through them.
There was no one in the dormitory.
It was Saturday, and it was just past two in the afternoon. Dylan had gone to a gathering for half-Blood Clan members—according to him, there would be another gathering for half-Werewolves that evening—and he likely would not return until tomorrow morning. Xiao Xiao and Fatty Xin had gone to the library.
Ordinarily, Zheng Qing should have been working in Professor Monteria's laboratory at this hour. But around noon, he had suddenly received a paper crane from the lab. The professor said that with final exams approaching, the laboratory would be temporarily closed to give the students time to review.
The notice was somewhat abrupt, but understandable.
Yet it was precisely because it