Though it was already late autumn, the broad windows kept out the cold wind outside. Filtered patiently through the glass, the sunlight falling across the desks was still as warm and languid as it had been in summer, making people unconsciously narrow their eyes.
In the entire classroom, apart from Zheng Qing, only Jiang Yu and Li Meng belonged to Astronomy Class 08-1.
The rest of the class came from Jiuyou Academy and the other three academies. Everywhere he looked, robes in four colors filled every corner of the classroom, blending together while remaining distinctly separate. Under the sunlight, they resembled the colorful spinning signs outside barbershops, shining with drowsy hues.
Class was not even halfway over, yet Zheng Qing felt as though a lifetime had passed. At the same time, the faint fragrance drifting from the witch beside him made him feel as though time were flying by.
Aside from those conflicting feelings, he kept getting distracted—by the teacher's scattered words from the podium, trivial matters concerning the hunting team outside the classroom, the Rat People at the shop, the shadow beneath his feet, and so on. All of it felt like bricks in a wall, piled one atop another onto Zheng Qing's back, sealing him firmly beneath a heavy pagoda.
Just as Zheng Qing was about to fall completely asleep, a thumb-sized transparent glass vial appeared beneath his nose. It contained a clear emerald-green liquid dotted with many tiny bubbles. The bubbles remained utterly motionless within the liquid, as though frozen.
The two fingers holding the vial were slender and jade-like, their pale skin gleaming beneath the sunlight with an alluring Amber-like sheen.
"Energy Potion."
Jiang Yu still did not look up. She merely explained in a rapid whisper, "It was made by the family's potion maker. It