Sunday afternoon.
Inside a classroom used for practicing magic.
After Zheng Qing found himself dangling upside down from the ceiling under a Binding Spell yet again, Xiao Xiao, who was sparring with him, finally took off his glasses.
"I know you do well in the practical part of Magic Spell Class, but you can't just go through the motions." The short wizard wiped his frames with a clean cloth and frowned at the young scholarship student struggling free of the vines. "With that attitude, I doubt you'll even pass tomorrow's practical exam."
Zheng Qing let out a heavy sigh.
"Pass or fail..." he muttered. He glanced at Youzui's Diviner, hesitated, then tried and failed to speak again. After the third time, he finally got on Dr. Xiao's nerves.
"If you've got something to say, spit it out!"
The short wizard rarely looked so irritable. He put away the cloth, slipped his glasses back on, and glared at Zheng Qing. "You've been like this since you got back on Friday. Is it ever going to end? Did you put someone else in the hospital, or is Councilor Su pregnant with a second child and you want to run off before it's born?!"
His voice was loud enough to wake all the Elves dozing in a corner of the ceiling. A ghost even poked its head through from next door, curiosity written across its long, pearl-colored face.
Xiao Xiao's horrifying guess startled Zheng Qing so badly that he nearly dropped the Copper Plate Book in his hand.
"What the hell are you talking about!"
The young scholarship student went pale. He shooed away the curious ghost and quickly raised a Bird Mouse Away barrier to keep sound from passing in or out. Only then did he breathe out and complain, "I've just