After spending so long in the Magic World, Zheng Qing's deepest realization had been that nothing was ever certain.
For example, kittens with their eyes gouged out could appear within the supposedly absolutely safe First University; supposedly utterly reliable college deans could turn out to be demons hiding their identities.
And then there was Xiao Xiao asking Sima Yangyun to serve as the You Zui Hunting Team's thesis advisor. Even something that should have been set in stone could go wrong.
"So, because your Sima holds a position on the Wizard Alliance's Historical Truth Investigation Committee, she isn't allowed to take part in competitive hunting activities?" Zheng Qing stared fixedly at Dr. Xiao, who was huddled behind the desk, and asked word by word.
He placed especially heavy emphasis on the words "your Sima."
Xiao Xiao's mouth twitched. He silently nodded, acknowledging Zheng Qing's statement.
The young publicly funded student felt like crying without tears. Like a snake that had had its bones pulled out, he sprawled limply across the desk, just short of bursting into loud sobs.
It was already Tuesday afternoon.
There were less than eighty-three hours left until the final deadline for the selection assignment at midnight on October 9, yet the You Zui Hunting Team still had not confirmed its thesis advisor.
An invisible pressure had already piled heavily upon the hearts of many young wizards, including everyone in Youzui.
Originally, Zheng Qing had not thought the School Hunting Meet selection assignment would be particularly difficult.
First University had 186 teachers qualified to serve as advisors, assigned among more than two hundred hunting teams. Even at a one-to-one ratio, only a dozen or so teams would be eliminated. Even allowing for greater risk and leaving more room for uncertainty, if fifty slots were removed in one