Half past six in the evening.
Less than half an hour remained before the class meeting began, and Zheng Qing quietly slipped out of the bookshelf maze.
He had originally thought that a huge crowd of wizards holding torches and little straw men would be gathered outside the library, marching, shouting, protesting, eager to seize him and burn him at the stake.
But in reality, aside from the wizards at the front desk handling borrowing registrations giving him a couple of extra looks, the atmosphere throughout the library was no different from what he remembered—the passing students looked exhausted and hurried along, as though the spectacle surrounding him that morning had been nothing but a dream or illusion.
It made all the mental preparation he had done feel like a punch landing on cotton, leaving him with a strange sense of emptiness.
"Are you sure you want to borrow this book?"
The librarian examined the book in her hands, then looked at the young wizard across from her, who was cautiously glancing around. Her manner was extremely careful. "If possible, I'd like you to provide a reason for borrowing it."
The book in her hands was Near-Death Experience.
Zheng Qing had ultimately followed the bookshelf's suggestion and borrowed it.
"It was the bookshelf's recommendation," the young publicly funded student answered honestly. "And I saw an Archwizard reading it, so I got a little curious about what it contained."
"Councilwoman Su?" The librarian blinked. Without waiting for his answer, she signed the borrowing slip directly, smiling lightly as she said, "The bookshelves rarely show themselves, but their recommendations are generally quite reliable... Besides, you really do need a book like this to adjust your mindset."
Zheng Qing felt deeply understood and nodded repeatedly.
He had roughly flipped through the table of