February 22nd, the ninth day of the first lunar month.
Ninth day: Hidden dragon, do not act. (Heavy fog.)
Though it was a coincidence, Zheng Qing found it unexpectedly fitting—"hidden dragon, do not act" implied that in the early stages of development, although something had good momentum, it was still relatively weak and should therefore proceed with caution rather than act rashly. That matched Edge Academy's current situation perfectly and was also of great relevance to him personally.
After spreading overnight, news of First University opening a new academy had gradually begun to ferment.
The Beta Town Post and newspapers large and small that had already finalized their weekend editions all rushed out special morning extras, analyzing the impact and significance of the matter in detail from every possible angle.
That morning, when Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao went to their morning practice, Zheng Qing had briefly worried that he would encounter the kind of public gawking he had suffered during a certain period last year. But once he actually walked through campus, he was astonished to discover that nearly everyone on the road was holding a newspaper—either reading intently or fiercely debating with companions. Hardly anyone paid attention to the passersby around them.
"At least this morning, you've got some peace and quiet."
Over breakfast, Fatty Xin comforted the young assistant instructor who had just taken office that day. "I just thought of another question. With your current status, when you walk around campus, should you wear a red academy robe or a black assistant instructor's robe?"
This was yet another angle Zheng Qing had never considered.
"Academy robe. An academy robe will do."
He answered vaguely, stuffing an entire tea egg straight into his mouth to ensure he had a perfectly good excuse not to speak for a