Perhaps it was because Jiang Huai had spoken with such excessive seriousness.
Perhaps the bulging muscles beneath the blue robe reminded Zheng Qing of certain unpleasant memories.
Or perhaps the news report excerpted in that little note he had glimpsed was simply too awful.
In any case, even by lunchtime, Zheng Qing had not lifted his invisibility. He even went to the trouble of conducting toxicology tests on the buns and porridge he bought from the cafeteria.
The young publicly funded student seemed to have returned to those days around last Halloween. As far as the eye can see, everyone he saw appeared shifty-eyed and ill-intentioned, as though they wanted to harm him.
Suspicion was an illness.
And it had no cure.
Only time could slightly ease its symptoms.
When Fatty Xin and Xiao Xiao returned to the dorm, Zheng Qing was standing on the balcony feeding a few passing sparrows. His Invisibility Talisman still had a few minutes before it expired, and he could not be bothered to take it off, so he happened to overhear some gossip he had missed.
"...Liu Feifei may refuse to talk, but someone from the editorial department has already found people from the North District to confirm it. Nicholas really plans to repeat a year and start over from freshman year... burp!"
Clutching his belly and belching, Fatty Xin swayed into the dorm, his voice somewhat languid. "Those North District fellows may have spellcasting ability now, but old habits are hard to change. Just a few Silver Horn Coins, and they'll tell you everything they know, holding nothing back. They're much easier to deal with than these students at school!"
Clearly, there was more to his words.
"You used the wrong approach."
Xiao Xiao followed the Fat Wizard into the dorm. "Li Meng