Zheng Qing would never fight Li Meng for three hundred rounds.
Absolutely never!
It was a choice with no benefits whatsoever—if he won, people would mock him; if he lost, people would not only mock him, but he might also anger the little girl's "guardians"; if neither won nor lost but he showed his face, then what awaited the young publicly funded student would be far more than mockery.
After all, it had been less than twenty-four hours since last night's "Burn Him to Death" parade.
Zheng Qing had no desire to stir up everyone's freshly subsided fervor at a time like this. So no matter how the Little Witch stamped her feet, spun in circles, and cursed at him, he kept silent and slipped into an empty seat on his own.
Of course, Li Meng's recklessness ended when Jiang Yu arrived.
When the Class Monitor of Astronomy Class 08-1 appeared at the classroom door, the Little Witch darted back to her seat with lightning speed, opened the textbook before her, and put on an earnest pre-study act, drawing a burst of laughter from the classroom—an elder sister was like a mother, and the saying fit perfectly here.
The evening's class meeting was utterly unremarkable.
The one presiding over it was still a projection of Dean Yao. Aside from mechanically reading out the academy's latest notices and arranging the midterm examinations set to begin next week—the tenth week—this shadow person did nothing else.
It greatly disappointed Zheng Qing, who had been expecting the academy to address last night's mad parade.
As the saying went, "The law did not punish the masses." He had never expected the academy to truly do anything to the students who had joined yesterday's parade, but publicly calling for the burning of a current student was