The Good Dream Cat worked remarkably well.
That night, after returning home, Zheng Qing placed the doll by his pillow and truly had a pleasant dream. He dreamed that the You Zui Hunting Team won this School Hunt Competition. When the results were announced, all of You Zui's hunters cheered and leaped with joy, while Jiang Yu took the opportunity to embrace him.
Or rather, he took the opportunity to hold the witch.
But that was all.
After that, the young wizard remembered nothing—perhaps he had fallen into a dreamless sleep, or perhaps he had been startled awake. In any case, when he woke, his final impression was of himself spinning in place while holding Jiang Yu. The witch's flaring skirt resembled a blooming butterfly flower, vivid and brilliant, woven together with the indistinct but fervent cheers around them. It looked just like the ending scene of a movie.
And like most movie endings, it was not entirely satisfying.
Zheng Qing, too, was left wanting more from the dream.
He always felt the ending could have gone on somehow, or perhaps it should have been more open-ended. That lingering sense of loss tormented the young wizard all Sunday, leaving him somewhat downcast even during the class meeting that evening.
"It's been an entire day! Even if something happened, you should have worked through it by now." Fatty Xin leaned against the window, rustling through today's newspaper in his hands as he lazily mocked the young scholarship student. "Do you know what you look like? A resentful housewife shut away in her chambers! Or a witch a few days before or after her period!"
Zheng Qing lifted his eyelids and gave the Fat Wizard a glance.
"You don't even have a girlfriend, but you sure know a lot." He showed the