You never knew which would come first: tomorrow or the unexpected.
Zheng Qing could not remember who had said that. But as he lay on the Black Cat's back, watching the scenery race past and the two suns overhead blaze with boundless light, the words surfaced in his mind.
Ever since he had received his admission letter from First University, one surprise after another had found him. A demon had boarded the special plane to school; the "puppy" at home had been born to the Number One Beauty of the Wizarding World; the hamster he had raised for so long could not only talk but was a formidable fighter. And then there was the "craft" of making things explode that he had learned.
Right up to this moment.
The wizard glanced down at the V-shaped shadow beneath them, cast by the two suns. In a sense, here in Black Prison, "tomorrow" seemed to have arrived a little ahead of the unexpected. A world that had been pitch-black minutes ago had suddenly gained two suns and flooded with daylight.
Only a little ahead, though.
During that brief moment of distraction, the Black Cat suddenly stumbled, as though he had planted one paw on a cactus and another in a hole. The jolt shook his racing body so violently that he nearly threw his passengers off.
"Steady!" Zheng Qing seized a handful of the long fur around the Black Cat's neck. Irritation edged his voice. "This isn't the time to play around!"
He thought the Black Cat was joking with them. As someone who was half a cat himself and the owner of the Cat Fruit Tree, Zheng Qing knew how erratic a cat's mind could be. This big fellow might look dependable, but he could decide to roll across the stony