It proved that the dream Zhang Jixin had during Divination class had been a textbook precognitive dream.
That evening, after Zheng Qing returned to the dormitory, he received a paper crane flown over by the Red-faced Male Wizard, confirming the School Hunt Team's intention to cooperate with You Zui Hunting Team in the finals.
And so, the ball landed at Zheng Qing's feet.
That night, the young scholarship student tossed and turned in his curtained bed, unable to sleep as he carefully weighed the pros and cons of each potential ally—would he form a vertical alliance or a horizontal one? The question was no easier than life or death.
In other words, this choice would determine You Zui Hunting Team's "survival" or "death" in the finals.
Early the next morning, Xiao Xiao, who had gotten up for morning exercises, was startled by the dark circles under Zheng Qing's eyes.
"Are you sure you want to do morning exercises?"
You Zui's diviner poked at his captain's ashen face, sounding concerned. "If you go out looking like this, I feel like you might suddenly drop dead somewhere at any moment... Did you have a nightmare last night?"
"What?"
Zheng Qing gave Xiao Xiao a bleary look. It took him a while to process the question. "Oh, no... It's about who Youzui should cooperate with... We all know the people from the Edge Hunting Team, but they're a little weak... Looking at it the other way, though, the fact that they made it into the finals despite being so weak means they're lucky... Brother Xin once said that many hunting competitions were ultimately won by luck... But luck is too intangible to measure. Who knows whether they used it all up getting into the finals?"
That was some truly circular thinking.
Fatty Xin