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On Wednesday morning, Xiao Xiao braved the biting cold wind to the Student Union to submit the You Zui Hunting Team's materials for the winter hunt. Because the queue was far longer than expected, he did not arrive at the classroom until 9:15, more than forty minutes late and covered in chill.
That morning's class was history.
The history lecturer was Sima Yangyun.
Not only did the short male wizard receive no punishment for being late, but he was even treated to a concerned The Sun Rises Brightly, Gentle Valley Wind, which dispelled the cold clinging to him.
Faced with the whispers and knowing looks from the students, Teacher Sima was utterly dismissive. "If anyone else in this class can get full marks on every history exam, I would not care if they were forty minutes late—or even skipped class for an entire semester!"
At those words, everyone fell silent.
"How was it? Did you register successfully?" As Youzui's diviner took his seat, Zheng Qing glanced up at him and asked in a low voice. Though the magic had driven away the cold, Xiao Xiao's lips were still a little pale.
"I'm starving!"
Xiao Xiao did not immediately answer his captain's question. Instead, he pulled a bowl of spicy pepper soup from the drawer, gulped down two fierce mouthfuls, then tore open a paper bag and swallowed a greasy meat bun in two or three bites.
He made no effort to hide any of it, only lowering the sound slightly while drinking the soup.
The teacher at the podium turned a blind eye.
"Breakfast was excellent today. Thanks." He poked Fatty Xin, who was sitting in the front row, and offered his sincere gratitude.
"Don't talk to me. My grades are terrible." The Fat Wizard