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Poseidon had actually sent a gift.
After pinching his nose and rummaging through the gifts sent by those strangers for quite some time, Zheng Qing finally spotted what appeared to be Qingqiu Mansion's crest on a palm-sized square box—the crest had probably been drawn by Little Fox herself. She had rendered the nine coiling fox tails as something nearly resembling an octopus, incredibly abstract, with a diamond-shaped plum-blossom paw print stamped in the center.
If that paw print had not looked so familiar, Zheng Qing would never have opened the gift box so readily.
Inside the box was a green apple.
The young publicly funded student weighed the fruit in his hand and sniffed it cautiously for a long while. After having Doctor and Fatty Xin inspect it as well, he finally confirmed that it was just an ordinary apple, without any magical or wondrous effects.
"An apple is nice too." Zheng Qing held the apple, his face breaking into the doting smile of an old father. "Apple, apple—peace and safety, right..."
Snap!
Xiao Xiao snapped his fingers.
"Oh, I remember now." Youzui's diviner flipped through his black notebook with a rustle, a trace of realization in his voice. "Do you remember how Poseidon spent a day in our dorm on Lower Yuan Festival?"
"What about it?"
"That day, Fatty asked me whether our academy had any Christmas traditions. I answered, 'We exchange apples'... Poseidon probably remembered our conversation then."
With Xiao Xiao's reminder, Zheng Qing vaguely recalled that such a conversation had indeed taken place. At the same time, though, he remembered Su Ya's repeated instructions when she had brought Poseidon over that day—he clearly remembered that apples held a very important place on Qingqiu Mansion's three-meal daily menu.
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