According to Fatty Xin's post-event summary, Zheng Qing's scream had sounded like a witch being molested by fishfolk from Linzhong Lake. It had nearly blown the roof off the dormitory.
Zheng Qing completely disagreed with that assessment.
He admitted that when he had just seen those three pairs of glowing green eyes, he had been slightly agitated. That was all. His voice was definitely much rougher than a witch's.
But he could not deny that his scream had indeed been a little too loud, so loud that it startled even him. The moment he yelled, he immediately shut his mouth.
"You can't blame me," the young publicly funded student argued as he hugged his pillow and sat on the bed, facing his companions' questioning. "Think about it. You've just woken from a dream, opened your eyes, and suddenly three pairs of glowing green eyes appear in a pitch-black room... That's terrifying, okay?"
"What's so scary about that? Ghosts? Ghosts and monsters? Or wild beasts? You're a wizard. Shouldn't you be used to seeing those things?" Xiao Xiao hugged his notebook, though he held the pen in his hand upside down and his glasses sat crookedly on his face. "The eyes of the scariest demons are all red... What's so frightening about a few green eyes?"
Zheng Qing let out a heavy sigh.
This was the greatest difference between him and wizards who had grown up in the Magic World. Even if he learned every bit of common knowledge from books, it was difficult to overturn the habits formed by more than a decade of life in the ordinary world.
"If you're timid, you're timid. Why make so many excuses..." Fatty Xin yawned groggily, arms folded and a nightcap perched on his head.
"Your performance wasn't much better than mine," Zheng