Saturday.
It should have been a happy day.
No professors droning on and on, no rushing back and forth between classrooms, sleeping until he woke naturally, combining breakfast and lunch into one meal, tossing his textbooks as far away as he pleased.
But for Zheng Qing, all that beauty was yesterday's indulgence. A faint melancholy was the flavor of today.
Because he still had classes today—five classes with Time Conversion added. Two in the morning, Nine Chapters of Laws and Edicts and Edict Studies; two in the afternoon, Introduction to Dimension School and Principles of Convergence; and one more in the evening, Albus Conjecture. Fifteen hours in total, no exaggeration.
Some of those classes made his head ache just from looking at their names.
Then there was the terrible news he had brought back after attending the Seven Deadly Sins meeting last night.
All of it had put Zheng Qing in a foul mood early that morning. The low pressure surrounding him was practically visible to the naked eye, to the point that after morning exercises, Xiao Xiao seriously considered force-feeding him a dose of Elixir of Joy.
"If you go to class in that state, you might as well go find Old Yao and arrange a leave of absence first."
As he stuffed breakfast into Zheng Qing's hands, Xiao Xiao warned him, "In your condition, I'm worried that even if you cast a Binding Spell, you'll summon Devil Vine."
"Ge Zhi Tan Xi, bestow upon the squirrel!"
Zheng Qing casually slapped the spellbook hanging at his waist. Pale green spell-light flashed and vanished, and several slender vines stretched out from the void, tying up a squirrel that had scampered near them.
The little creature began squeaking miserably.
"See? They're just creepers, not Devil Vine." The young scholarship student wore