Zheng Qing let out a heavy sigh.
That was the trouble with crossing an excellent diviner: he could always predict your predictions, then leave you with nowhere to go. The young publicly funded student glanced at the little flowerpot and weakly put away his talisman gun.
Once he realized he was safe, Fatty Xin picked up the wooden comb from the bed again and groomed Tuantuan. Xiao Xiao, meanwhile, became more cautious and did not immediately put away the protective talismans on the desk.
"Relax. It's only the first day of school. I haven't gone crazy yet."
Zheng Qing muttered as he dragged his heavy feet over and collapsed face-first onto his bed. "This is killing me... I still have six hours of class this afternoon... and another three tonight..."
Just doing the simple math made the young wizard feel as though his future was utterly bleak.
Yet after hearing his complaints, his two roommates became interested instead.
"Oh, right, I almost forgot to ask." The Fat Wizard leaned forward, his face full of curiosity. "How did that Time Conversion class feel? Was it interesting? Was it hard?"
"Very noisy."
At the mention of his impression of that class, Zheng Qing immediately pictured his chatty deskmate and gave the simplest possible answer. After a pause, he added, "...And dangerous. The course seems somewhat interesting, but I suspect that part of the appeal came from it being my first time attending class through Time Conversion... Do you remember Magic Philosophy from the first semester of freshman year? Late Ancient Arts Studies is about as difficult as that, though it sounds a little more complicated... I don't think I'll be graduating this semester..."
He buried his head in his pillow and wailed miserably.
The Fat Wizard felt deeply sympathetic. "That sounds like