Tuesday

Zheng Qing had no mind to pay attention to the events being held by "Give Me a Frog" or "Give Him a Frog."

He already had enough troubles.

He felt none of that "new year, new beginnings" freshness that a new semester ought to bring. Instead, he felt as though the semester were already half over, with everything piling up around him and dragging him into a mire so deep he could barely breathe.

Just like Xiao Xiao had complained at noon—this was only the first day of school!

From two to five in the afternoon, he had a standard-time Talisman Class and a Time Conversion class in Talisman Diagram Studies. Then, after an hour's break, he had another Yin Talisman Studies class from six to nine in the evening.

Fortunately, it was still the beginning of the term, and the professors had not yet assigned much homework, giving the young publicly funded student a little room to catch his breath. Even so, the new class schedule still left him somewhat overwhelmed.

Fifteen hours of classes, five professors, students from four different classes—three of which were complete strangers—all of it had been abruptly and relentlessly crammed into the young wizard's mind. He remained in an extremely tense state all day, then collapsed into bed the moment he returned to the dorm that night.

The next day was Tuesday.

Zheng Qing felt that he had opened his eyes purely out of habit.

When he woke up, it was exactly six in the morning, time for his morning exercises again. Of course, in the eyes of others—or rather, Doctor—he had slept for eight hours and woken naturally.

Zheng Qing had no energy to argue with Doctor over such trivialities.

When he awoke, the sky had already begun to lighten. His mind was