Only after leaving the gentleman's class did Zheng Qing remember something else.
Near the end of the gentleman's second lesson for him, he had mentioned that next semester, Professor Yao would replace Madam Shi Hui as Vice Principal of First University.
Originally, this had merely been a valuable piece of news to Zheng Qing.
But today, ever since learning Professor Yao's true identity, Zheng Qing had suddenly begun to feel uneasy about the possibility the gentleman had mentioned—was it really the right decision to let a great demon serve as Vice Principal of First University?
For no reason, he thought of a movie he had once watched: three years and another three years, then another three years—the undercover agent rose through the ranks to become the gang boss, then ordered his lackeys straight into the police trap.
This confusion was like a shark, darting madly through the young wizard's mind and gnawing at him. Every thought that surfaced made everything feel dull and meaningless to Zheng Qing.
Hunting meets, hunting dances, hunting paintings, processing the spoils, hunting team bonding, and so on—all activities related to demon hunting, all those stirring scenes, all those exhilarating songs, reflected in the mirror called "truth," had become clowns making faces.
They were all laughing at him.
"Something's been seriously off with you lately." After finishing morning practice on Sunday, Xiao Xiao looked at the distracted scholarship student and frowned. "Is the pressure from finals getting to you?"
Zheng Qing looked at a group of red-robed students practicing hunting formations in the distance and numbly shook his head.
"It's because of Lin Guo's Black Goat," Fatty Xin said, handing millet porridge and pumpkin cakes to his two companions who had just finished morning practice. Then he patted his greasy hands. "Don't take it so hard...