The next day was Monday.
It was the nineteenth day of the seventh lunar month, coinciding with the White Dew solar term. Though the morning was clear, a faint chill had already seeped into the dawn air, refreshing the mind and soul, as if telling everyone on campus that autumn had truly arrived.
That was hardly surprising.
The wizards responsible for managing the Meteorological Supervision had only been back at work for a week, so they were still brimming with enthusiasm and diligence. By the end of the year or month—or around payday—the weather certainly would not cooperate with the seasonal calendar so smoothly.
As the joke went, this was "the resonance between Heaven and man"—people could judge the moods of the Meteorological Supervision wizards by whether the weather changed drastically. There was not even any need to cast a divination.
Of course, Zheng Qing did not particularly care whether the wizards managing the Meteorological Supervision were in good moods. He still had morning exercises to do and homework to write.
His first class this morning was Magic Spell Class. The analytical essay on "Crying Taboo" that Old Yao had assigned last class had to be handed in before class. To avoid accidental overlap from "borrowing inspiration" from one another, they needed to get to the classroom early, compare their work, and make a few minor adjustments.
Besides that, Old Yao's words at last night's class meeting—"If you have any thoughts, you can bring them up to me again in class tomorrow"—had deeply captivated the young wizards of Astronomy 08-1.
After fermenting overnight, these young wizards were bursting with questions and could not wait to get answers from Old Yao. In the Wizarding World, getting to hear a Legendary Wizard personally explain hidden secrets was already a rare opportunity. And