The next morning, Zheng Qing had already forgotten the leniency he had shown Taonosuke before going to sleep the night before.
Taonosuke still had to die.
But Zheng Qing was equally unable to tolerate the shadow's repeated mischief.
For the moment, however, he could not come up with a better solution—ordinary magic for dispersing ghosts and curses had no effect whatsoever on Zheng Qing's shadow, and stepping on it or spitting at it was even more absurd.
The shadow could not even be bothered to specifically respond to the young wizard's attempts. Only when it was bored did it make all sorts of rude gestures beneath Zheng Qing's feet, by way of reply and contempt.
Using more dangerous Black Magic might harm Zheng Qing himself, while also drawing the school's attention. The risks outweighed the gains.
After repeated discussions with Dr. Xiao, Zheng Qing finally concluded that the only thing he could do for the next few days was stay beneath the shadows of other objects as much as possible, concealing his own shadow and restraining its ability to cause trouble.
For example, he could walk beneath tree shade, keep close to walls, or sit far from the windows during class, where the light could not reach him, and so on.
In Fatty Xin's words, it was the equivalent of throwing the shadow into prison.
That way, Zheng Qing barely managed to regain a little initiative.
Dylan remarked with some feeling that Zheng Qing had turned himself into something like a medieval ghost or Vampire.
For the first time, the young publicly funded student was so desperately looking forward to the weekend. According to the arrangement he had made with Su Man last week, Su Shijun would definitely be in the laboratory this Saturday and Sunday to help him cut