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Zheng Qing did not return to the academy until nearly midnight.
If Su Shijun had not written Zheng Qing a note in advance, Fifth Master Ni would never have let the young scholarship student into the dormitory. To the little bronze beast, coming home late was like hyperactivity: incurable.
The lights were still on in Dormitory 403.
As Zheng Qing pushed open the door, a cloud of foul-smelling smoke rushed straight at him. He nearly threw up his dinner.
"Have you gone mad?" The young scholarship student's good mood vanished in a single breath. Pinching his nose, he shrieked like a strangled duck. "You'll lose credits for doing magic experiments in the dorm!"
"Gentle Valley Wind!"
Xiao Xiao's muffled incantation sounded through the smoke. A gentle breeze sprang up from nowhere, swept the stench and smoke into a thin whirlwind, and sent it straight out the window.
Only then did Zheng Qing see his roommates, all neatly dressed in Dragon Skin Protective Suits and wearing protective masks.
"This wasn't a magic experiment."
A resentful, muffled voice came from beneath one of the smaller protective suits. "We need to renegotiate what you're paying us to open your presents."
"A few Talismans of Evil Warding won't cut it." Fatty Xin pulled off his mask and let out a long breath. Greasy sweat covered his round face, and he looked at the young scholarship student with unwavering resolve.
Only then did Zheng Qing notice the gift boxes scattered across the floor. Most had been opened. The few that remained were plastered with Yellow Talismans; every so often, one shuddered in place and made a suspicious noise.
Since he had left, several black scorch marks seemed to have appeared on the dormitory walls and ceiling. His bed curtains were