Zheng Qing hurriedly wrote down Jiang Yu and Dunton's names on the ballot, crumpled it into a ball, and casually tossed it away. The paper ball fluttered through the air, stretched out a long neck and wings, and turned into an Azure Bird that flew crookedly toward the podium.
Like him, many students in the class did not waste much thought on electing class monitors. Instead, their attention was fixed on another flock of paper cranes rising from the podium and flying down toward the students—those cranes carried their final exam results in their bellies. Perhaps it was Old Yao's peculiar sense of humor. As the students handed in their ballots, he turned everyone's report cards into paper cranes and sent them flying off the podium.
For a moment, dozens of paper birds flew toward one another in the air above the small classroom. Every so often, two would collide, clumsily struggling amid the witches' soft cries as they desperately flapped their little wings toward their destinations.
Zheng Qing kept his eyes fixed on the paper cranes departing from the podium, watching their numbers dwindle from dozens to a mere dozen or so. By the time they reached the air above the back right corner of the classroom, only four remained.
Then he tilted his head back and watched those four paper cranes flap their wings unhurriedly as they descended toward the desks of the You Zui Hunting Team's four hunters.
One of them landed in front of him.
Zheng Qing opened his palm and held it out before the paper crane. The crane elegantly stretched out its neck and pecked the young wizard's palm before spreading its wings. In the blink of an eye, it unfolded into a pale blue report card.
Then Zheng Qing froze on the spot.