Doctor and Fatty's little colds lasted only a few hours before vanishing without a trace under the effects of several doses of potion.
Their slight resentment did nothing to affect the young publicly funded student's cheerful mood. Over the next two days of vacation, Zheng Qing kept recalling what had happened friday night. The more he remembered, the more excited he became, as though he were polishing a dull gray jade stone. Rather than wearing away after repeated polishing, it only became more translucent and radiant.
Unfortunately, Jiang Yu had to attend the Student Union's end-of-term meetings over the next two days, and Zheng Qing never found another chance to meet the witch.
It was not until the class's regular meeting on Sunday evening that he saw Jiang Yu again.
"...This class meeting is the last one in November. Next week will be December, and four weeks after that, at the end of December, you'll be taking this semester's final examinations. Half of your second year at First University is about to end. Every one of you should think carefully about whether you've wasted this semester, whether you've squandered your time, and how far you still are from becoming a true Registered Wizard..."
At the podium, Professor Yao spoke on and on, repeating words that seemed to have been said countless times, yet also sounded as though they were being said for the first time. Below the podium, nearly everyone sat upright with solemn expressions.
It was not that everyone deeply related to the professor's speech, but rather that the words "final examinations," mentioned during his talk, instantly put everyone on edge.
Thinking back to the trial before school began in September, and the Campus Cup hunting competition in October, both seemed like they had happened only yesterday. Yet in