From childhood to adulthood, the only holidays Zheng Qing had properly observed were Qingming Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, and New Year's Eve.
Although Qixi Festival also had the character "eve" in its name, he had never seriously celebrated it even once. So when Xiao Xiao held a bouquet of flowers and dazzlingly broke away from the rest of them, Zheng Qing was briefly dazed. Several figures flashed through his mind, and he shuddered instinctively.
Should he be doing something too?
What had he been doing during last year's Qixi Festival?
Counting on his fingers, the boy worked out the date—last year's Qixi Festival had fallen on August 7, less than two weeks after he received his admission notice from First University. He had just gone with Thomas to Daming Market to buy school supplies, and his head had been filled with that bizarre and wondrous New World. How could he have had any interest in celebrating Qixi Festival?
Besides, there had been no one to celebrate it with him.
After all, in the years before that—even a decade or more ago—he had been a socialist successor who studied hard and improved every day. Even if he had felt something vague for a female classmate, they had always kept it proper and within the bounds of etiquette. Qixi Festival and the like were simply too much.
By comparison, his classmates back then had preferred celebrating the holiday on April 1.
As for this year...
The boy tried hard to recall the days since the trial had begun, especially the second day of the trial.
What had they done on the second day again?
Oh, right. On the second day of the trial, Fatty Xin had used a potion he brewed himself to clear out a nest of Deng's Termites.