Zheng Qing was a very reasonable person.
So when it came to rumors about him being "unreasonable," he had nothing to say.
Yet the rumors did not ease in the slightest because of Zheng Qing's passivity and forbearance. Instead, they grew increasingly unchecked.
By noon, news of Zheng Qing's plans to graduate early had spread to an even wider audience alongside the ever-fermenting "teaching assistant" news, spawning fresh rumors—according to those fantastical tales, Su Shijun wanted Zheng Qing to serve a semester as Student Union President in order to build him a perfect academic record, perhaps even including taking over as captain of the School Hunt Team from Lei Zhe of Sacred Will.
"Of course, not everyone thinks you'd become Student Union President."
In the dormitory, Fatty Xin brought Zheng Qing news that he could not tell was good or bad. "Quite a few people think you'd prefer the position of president of the Student Union Federation... Oh, right, dear Brother Qing, if you're planning to become captain of the School Hunt Team, wouldn't the You Zui Hunting Team captaincy be vacant? Can I recommend myself? As one of the cores of the hunting team's Second Tier Battle Formation and one of its founders, I think I'm more than qualified to be You Zui's captain!"
With a dark expression, Zheng Qing lay sprawled across his desk, studying the little sprites still asleep in the sunflower head. From the corner of his eye, he saw the Fat Wizard gesticulating beside the desk, and for some reason, a pig-headed figure from a famous classic popped into his mind—the one who had wanted to break up and have a final meal after his master was captured.
The two plump figures slowly merged into one in his mind.
He gave a dry chuckle, feeling