Compared with the public outrage stirred up by the Daily Horn Newspaper's article, the Beta Town Post's analysis report this time drew very few responses. Of the ten Nightmare Dolls Zheng Qing had tucked by his pillow in advance, nine still had intact heads when he woke up that morning.
On reflection, it was not hard to understand.
On one hand, with the end of the year and the holidays approaching, many people's minds had long flown elsewhere. On the other, it had much to do with the Post's stance in that article.
According to the Post's "viewpoint," there was no "intimate" relationship between Zheng Qing and Su Shijun as the rumors claimed. He was merely a fraud with a personality disorder, chasing fame and trying to attract attention.
Honestly, Zheng Qing found it hard to tell which version was worse. Perhaps they were equally terrible.
But if he had a choice, he would rather be the fraud described by the Post.
At the very least, a fraud did not need to attend class with an Invisibility Talisman hanging on him, did not have to face embarrassing challenges or doubts from time to time, and did not need to stuff Nightmare Dolls beneath his pillow every night.
Of course, attending class with an Invisibility Talisman had its advantages too.
For one thing, you could sleep openly in class without worrying about a professor docking points—as long as you did not grind your teeth, snore, or talk in your sleep.
On Friday morning, during Alchemy class, Zheng Qing sat in a corner of the classroom, listening to the teaching assistant mechanically repeat the textbook's contents from the lectern in a monotonous voice. He was drowsy all over.
Winter sunlight was always especially warm.
Sitting by the window, with clear light spilling