In this world, the only thing we could be certain of was that the future was full of uncertainty.
Zheng Qing had heard that saying many times, but it tasted different every time.
For instance, he could never have imagined that one day, wizards in white robes from Linzhong Lake and wizards in red robes from Alpha Castle would unite and burn their own Straw Men together before a bonfire. Nor had he ever expected that a commission he placed at Wander Bar one night would bring him highly useful intelligence the very next morning. And he certainly had not anticipated spending the thirteenth Monday of his second year bruised and battered.
A butterfly in the Amazon could flap its wings a few times and cause a tornado in Texas weeks later.
Likewise, on one perfectly ordinary night after his college entrance exams, Zheng Qing had picked up a Little Fox on a whim. A year later, that decision had earned him a sack over his head and a blow from behind.
The blow came on Sunday night.
It was after the class meeting. Xiao Xiao had gone to the library, Fatty Xin had gone to the school newspaper's editorial office, and Zhang Jixin had gone to his brother's office, so Zheng Qing chose to return to the dormitory alone.
Twenty-one days had passed since the grand parade on Halloween Eve, and nearly a month had passed since that article in The Horn Newspaper. Though people still pointed at him and whispered whenever he walked across campus during the day, the atmosphere around him had generally begun to ease. It had even given Zheng Qing the illusion that the matter had simply blown over.
Until that sack fell from the sky.
At the time, Zheng Qing had been walking while