Zheng Qing had no idea that after they parted, the "Duck Egg Face" wizard had switched to another Crow Mask. Nor did he know how much the Sin Eater's rich nightlife had to do with him.
After all, in everyone's world, they were the protagonist. There was no third-person perspective with a dramatic narrator describing what everyone else was doing.
The next day was Sunday.
For the entire day, the young publicly funded student hid in some corner of the library, frantically catching up on the assignments he had failed to finish because of the hunting competition.
He believed he was not the only one under such pressure.
The library was especially quiet that day. Apart from the rustle of Quill Pens against paper, he could barely hear the usual whispers of conversation. For some reason, Zheng Qing thought of the days before final exams.
That evening, only fifteen minutes before the class meeting, the young wizard finally closed the Magical Creatures Studies handout in front of him. On the parchment at his side, he had just finished sketching a Cong Cong.
A Cong Cong was a six-legged Doggy. Timid by nature, it ran as swiftly as the wind, and its cry resembled its name: "Cong cong." As he sketched it, he could not help thinking of the Tong Tong Youzui had shot in the Silent Forest during the hunt two days ago. It resembled a wild boar, and its cry was also its own name.
That made him wonder whether, if some unknown higher race truly existed beyond the world and silently observed humanity, they might call humans "Wah Wah"—after all, the first word many people mastered after birth was "wah wah."
With that amusing thought in mind, the young publicly funded student hurried toward the teaching building.
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