When the wheels of history rumbled past, ordinary people rarely sensed it from the subtle changes in their daily lives. Most people were like dust in the ruts: the lucky ones might rise with the turning wheels and glimpse the Starry Sky overhead; the unlucky ones remained crowded in the ruts from beginning to end, their ears filled with the trivial concerns of food, clothing, and household expenses.
Zheng Qing felt that the "little spat" stirred up by the Beta Town Post probably belonged to that category.
After its brief flare-up on Friday night, the entire weekend—Saturday and Sunday—was bright and clear, with gentle breezes and warm sunshine. Birds sang and flowers bloomed across campus, presenting a scene of peace and well-being.
So much so that whenever Zheng Qing walked along the academy's tree-lined paths, he would sometimes feel as though he had been hit by a powerful Confundus Charm and could no longer distinguish illusion from reality—he would have bet that many people at Jiuyou Academy already knew Old Yao was a genuine demon, yet no one seemed to care.
No one worried that the professor at the lectern might bite their heads off during Magic Philosophy, nor did anyone fear that a battle between Legendary Wizards might erupt over Jiuyou Academy.
More people were concerned with the first monthly exams of the semester in certain subjects, the homework assigned by professors after class, and the School Hunting Meet scheduled for next month.
Zheng Qing felt that even the uproar caused by the cafeteria offering one fewer kind of bun filling was greater than the matter of Old Yao.
This hidden sense of contradiction tormented the young publicly funded student until Sunday's regular meeting.
"Did you notice how quiet it is in front of the teaching building today?" Zheng