Was he the luckiest hunter? Zheng Qing wasn't sure.
But he was absolutely certain that if his classmates found out he really could casually punch a hole through an Archwizard, he wouldn't have a moment's peace for at least two months.
So he kept shooting meaningful looks at Fatty Xin, signaling for him to help change the subject. The Fat Wizard did not disappoint. He immediately reached out and grabbed Dunton, who was continuing to lean forward.
"Class Monitor!"
The Fat Wizard somehow produced a crumpled piece of parchment and shook it beside Dunton's ear with a loud rustle. "Could you take a look at something for me? That Thursday—"
"You can't select a class for Thursday afternoon, right?"
Tilting his head, Dunton voiced what Xin had not yet said, then turned to look at the other two young wizards in the corner. "...Can't you guys select one either?"
Xiao Xiao finally lifted his head from his notebook, adjusted his glasses, and silently nodded.
Couldn't select a class?
It was Zheng Qing's first time hearing of such a thing. He scratched his head. He had indeed put considerable thought into selecting classes over the past few days, but Old Yao had yet to approve his class schedule, so naturally, he knew nothing about being unable to select a course.
Curiously, he took the Fat Wizard's crumpled parchment. This was the "class schedule" every student received during registration. Under normal circumstances, students only needed to fill in the courses they wanted in the corresponding time slots on the schedule. Zheng Qing found it hard to understand how, in just one afternoon, the fatty had managed to torture his class schedule into such a state.
That was a talent in itself.
He worked hard to smooth out the wrinkled parchment, then dipped