November 30th, Monday.
Evening.
The sky was dark. Howling cold winds swept dead leaves past the window, battering the frame with crackling sounds. Though separated by thick walls, Zheng Qing still felt a chill that pierced to his bones.
At that moment, he stood in Old Yao's office.
The usually smiling dean of Jiuyou Academy sat behind his broad desk, his face gloomy as he slowly flipped through a copy of the Beta Town Post in hand. Other than the rustle of pages, the room was utterly silent. The young publicly funded student was so nervous he felt he could clearly hear his own heartbeat.
After a long while, the professor slammed the newspaper down furiously.
Bang!
"What did you mean by 'I accused the other colleges of First University and the Relevant Department of being irresponsible'? What did you mean by 'the dean of Jiuyou Academy called the North District Wizards a burden on the Alliance'?"
He struck the desk hard, looking deeply aggrieved. "How could you take my words so wildly out of context and write something like that? Wasn't I answering your question?"
Zheng Qing shrank into himself, cursing the Beta Town Post's editorial department like mad while weakly protesting, "I didn't write it. I just repeated what you said..."
"My Iceberg Beauty Wife"
Crash!
The solid mahogany desk before the professor shattered under the heavy blow, exploding into splinters across the floor. The young publicly funded student shielded his head and staggered several steps back in panic.
"Sophistry!"
Three utterly different voices exploded beside Zheng Qing's ears at once, like thunder.
Behind the flying wood chips, the figure that had been sitting in the chair slowly spread outward, as if a drop of thick ink had fallen into clear water. Rather than being diluted, it dyed