Xiao Xiao was right.
A student's main task was, of course, to study.
But if someone did nothing but study at school, their life would be far too miserable. Take Zheng Qing: only two weeks had passed since the start of term, yet he had the strange feeling that two months had slipped by. Every day, he opened his eyes to a mountain of crushing homework, then closed them only to suffer attacks from all manner of bizarre monsters in his dreams.
The experience seemed endless, leaving him utterly exhausted.
Classical mechanics told us that an object would not change its trajectory unless an external force acted upon it. Life was the same. Until that external force appeared, everyone's life remained unchanged.
Zheng Qing was not sure whether, deep down, he was hoping for an external force to arrive or praying that his life would suffer no further upheavals.
The only thing he could be certain of was that, among his twenty-eight classes each week, his favorite was Old Yao's Clone Transformation—not only because it was the sole private class attended by just him and Jiang Yu, but also because he periodically had to turn into a cat during it, allowing him to stretch and yawn without restraint and doze in the spring sunshine.
"Transforming in class is meant to help you experience the subtle connection between Transfiguration and an Avatar, not give you opportunities to slack off," Old Yao sternly warned Black Cat during their third lesson. "Learn from Jiang Yu. She has more classes than you and works harder, yet she never lazes around in any of them."
Black Cat tucked his paws beneath himself, curled up his tail, and lowered his ears, obediently listening to the professor's criticism.
Beside him, Little White Cat sat with her chest