Dylan was still snoring away in his coffin.
Xiao Xiao had yet to return to the dormitory, and Fatty Xin was deeply suspicious of where he had gone. But considering the sky outside, Fatty Xin began to doubt his own suspicions, feeling that Mr. Sima and Doctor surely would not fool around to such an extent.
As for the time, when Zheng Qing woke up, it was already five in the afternoon, less than two hours before the evening class meeting.
Xi xi!
The little elves by his pillow woke one after another, fluttering their wings and chirping as they began circling Zheng Qing. A few quick-witted ones had already darted into the washroom and, moments later, brought out steaming towels, toothpaste, and toothbrushes, presenting them to the young wizard.
The young government-sponsored student awkwardly accepted the little elves' kindness.
"Jeez, the decadent, corrupt life of a young master."
Fatty Xin sat sprawled on his bed, watching enviously as Zheng Qing spat his mouthwash into a spittoon held by a little elf. Then he looked at the fat cat crouching on his own bed and licking its paws, unable to stop himself from sighing. "...How could the gap between Magical Creatures be this huge?"
Tuantuan shot Fatty Xin a sidelong glance, lifted a paw to fish another strip of beef jerky from the box beside him, stuffed it into his mouth, and continued chewing at an unhurried pace.
Maodou, however, thought Fatty Xin was talking about him. He happily darted to the side of Fatty Xin's bed, tongue lolling as he made ingratiating little mewling noises in his throat. Fatty Xin sighed again, picked out a sufficiently large piece of jerky, and tossed it to Doggy.
"They like doing it. I can't exactly reject their kindness, can I?" The young