After leaving the deep, secluded alley where Dr. Duzem lived, Zheng Qing found no chance to take a moonlit stroll with Jiang Yu.
For one thing, there was no shortage of prying gazes around them, like annoying mosquitoes on a summer night, buzzing and whining without letting anyone have peace. For another, he had another "appointment" later that evening.
"Later tonight, I might get a chance to go to the Cat Fruit Tree," the young publicly funded student murmured hopefully before they parted.
The witch seemed not to notice at all and gave no response whatsoever.
Watching her retreating figure, Zheng Qing could not help feeling a little annoyed. Had he spoken too softly just now? Or had he not made himself clear enough?
With that restless feeling of hope and worry, he hurried back to the dormitory.
It was already past eight. Dylan's Coffin had just emptied out; Mr. Vampire Werewolf still needed to attend class tonight. Xiao Xiao had not yet returned from the library either. Aside from the snoring fat cat and the little elves hanging from the bed curtains, there was someone else in the dormitory whom Zheng Qing had not expected to see.
Fatty Xin.
"You actually didn't go to the editorial department today?" The young publicly funded student looked utterly astonished.
Hearing Zheng Qing's voice suddenly, the Fat Wizard seemed startled and jolted. But when he turned toward the door, his face immediately broke into a broad smile as he greeted him in an unusually loud voice. "Evening, evening! Just got back? Want some supper?"
As he spoke, he pushed the plate of candied fruit before him toward Zheng Qing. Noticing the young publicly funded student's stunned expression, he mistakenly assumed Zheng Qing did not like eating candied fruit at night. "...Right, eating candied