"What if some wizard got muddleheaded and did something stupid?"
Xiao Xiao did not mock the crudeness and casual nature of the "free physical examination" scheme. Instead, he was very interested in that examination voucher, carefully inspecting the traces left on it with various Detection Magic spells as he clicked his tongue in admiration. "Very clean, very clean... No useful information was left behind. Having a newly formed club of first-years come forward means they leave no evidence behind and don't show their fox tail. The devils in your Secret Society really are cunning."
Unlike Doctor, Fatty Xin was more concerned about something else.
"You'll be attending the Teaching Assistant Group's secret meeting tomorrow, right?" The Fat Wizard clutched a small notebook in his hand and stared eagerly at Zheng Qing, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed.
Zheng Qing felt as though he were looking at an enlarged Maodou.
It was just that he did not immediately understand what the Fat Wizard meant. "Secret meeting? What secret meeting? Isn't tomorrow the weekend?"
"The one being held in the Teaching Assistant Group's main conference room!" Fatty Xin raised a thick, stubby finger and tapped his forehead. "I remember it clearly. You received the invitation last Sunday, then agonized over it until the next day without making a decision!"
"Oh, oh! That one!"
Hearing this, Zheng Qing immediately understood, though he was still somewhat puzzled. "There really is such a meeting. I didn't refuse in the end... I mean, I'll be going. What, are you all interested in it? When did it become a secret meeting?"
The "you all" he referred to naturally meant the School Newspaper Editorial Department behind the Fat Wizard.
"Don't even mention it!"
Fatty Xin immediately put on a bitter, aggrieved expression. "We originally thought it was