Zheng Qing naturally knew Zhu Si's story.
Perhaps that was why Bao Yangzi had deliberately chosen this case to remind him. But Zheng Qing did not think the two situations were all that similar.
"We're not seven- or eight-year-old children, Professor." It was rare for the boy to take such a firm stance, and even the witch beside him looked at him in surprise.
"Whether you're eight or eighteen makes little difference to us." The old wizard from the Relevant Department squeezed the thick law book in his hands, glaring at him with puffed cheeks and flaring beard. That was not wrong at all. To someone several hundred years old, there truly was not much difference between eight and eighteen.
Zheng Qing still wanted to argue.
Behind the desk, the president of Jiuyou Academy tapped the pipe in his hand.
"Graduating early is already settled. And using the Time-Turner is the best option. There is no second-best."
Old Yao gave Bao Yangzi a deep look, his tone carrying an unquestionable firmness. "The Relevant Department has only two things it can do now. Either cling stubbornly to those regulations hidden away in obscure corners and stop them from using the Time-Turner, or stand by coldly and watch these two outstanding young people be crushed breathless by dozens of courses in a single semester, only to suddenly drop dead on their way to class one morning, or choke to death because they ate too quickly... What you choose to do is up to you."
The boy and girl looked at each other. Both felt the professor was exaggerating a little, but wisely kept silent and did not involve themselves in the verbal sparring between the old men.
Bao Yangzi remained silent for a long time.
His gaze shifted back and forth between