A normal week had seven days, twenty-four hours each, making a total of one hundred sixty-eight hours.
Jiang Yu, meanwhile, had thirty classes a week, each lasting three hours, for a total of one hundred fifty hours.
In other words, if the duration of Time Conversion was not counted, then out of the one hundred sixty-eight hours in a week, the witch spent the overwhelming majority studying—this was not the first time Zheng Qing had calculated this figure, but every time he did, he felt the same breathless suffocation he had felt upon calculating it for the first time.
Even with the boost provided by Time Conversion, the exhaustion brought on by such intensive study was difficult to completely dispel.
So, as he watched Su Shijun lead Jiang Yu away, he hesitated again and again before finally suppressing that tiny trace of unease in his heart. It was not that he feared Councilor Su might do anything to Jiang Yu, but that after the "Ning-Han merger," some matters might become even more chaotic and harder to fathom.
By the time the Shicai Ceremony ended and he left Qingqiu Mansion, it was already nearly eight in the evening.
Of course, Zheng Qing had not left entirely empty-handed—considering that he would be visiting Dr. Duzem shortly, he had specifically swiped a bottle of high-grade Apple Dew from Qingqiu Mansion.
This magic-rich liquid could serve as an everyday drink, be used to brew potions, and was also a commonly used alchemical material. It could not have been more suitable as a gift.
Without Jiang Yu to lead him along shortcuts, Zheng Qing had no choice but to retrace his route and make a large detour through Beta Town to reach the eastern district. But without the witch at his side, he had far