Normally, receiving a Grand Diviner's blessing, even a verbal one, would have been something very worth celebrating.
But Zheng Qing could not feel happy at all.
Especially since, as the saying went, every family knew its own troubles. If the Daily Horn Newspaper's report truly gained traction, no mere verbal blessing would be enough to solve it.
Troubled by this matter, the young publicly funded student followed that Student Union officer for quite a while before suddenly registering what he had just said.
"Mailbox? It exploded?"
Only after Zheng Qing followed the tall thin male wizard out of the teaching building did he ask blankly, "What mailbox? My mailbox? Why would a mailbox explode too?"
He was a little sensitive to words like "explosion."
"Oh, 'mailbox' is internal Student Union terminology."
The Student Union officer leading the way was very enthusiastic and explained in detail, "Mail sent to students from outside the school generally goes through the university's inspection first to make sure it isn't dangerous—such as containing evil spells, poison, or other illegal materials—before being passed on to the students. We privately call the temporary storage point in between a 'mailbox.' In reality, it's just several large cabinets in the Student Union Office, with every student assigned a compartment."
"And exploded means...?"
"Under normal circumstances, those compartments can hold several hundred letters, or several hundred paper cranes. There's more than enough room no matter how you stuff them." At this point, the Student Union officer shook his head in amazement. "This morning, for some reason, over a thousand letters and paper cranes poured in from outside the school all at once, all for you... They just kept coming, one after another, and filled your 'compartment' in no time... We temporarily found several more compartments, but those were filled too...