"The morals of the age have declined; people's hearts are no longer what they once were!"
"The You Zui Hunting Team is entering a private hunting competition, yet their captain is completely in the dark and knows nothing about it. Does that make any sense?"
"What do they mean by 'no need to speak, no need to think, no need to breathe'?! I'm still alive, and they're already planning a coup, stripping me of my authority as captain. If I ever end up lying in the School Hospital, won't they run off with the hunting team's funds and Peach Blossom Incantation?"
During thursday afternoon's Clone Transformation class, Zheng Qing grumbled angrily to Jiang Yu about some of what Xiao Xiao and Fatty Xin had said the night before. Though most of his complaints were delivered jokingly, there was no denying that the captain, who had rarely taken the initiative for once yesterday, had been thoroughly doused with cold water. Even by this afternoon, he was still brooding over it.
Jiang Yu listened with a smile, but her hands never stopped. Opening her spellbook, she brought a small wooden cat to life. It raced energetically in circles around them.
This was the practical portion of Transfiguration Class. Old Yao lounged lazily in a rocking chair by the window, pipe between his teeth as he enjoyed the lovely spring sunshine. Clouds of bluish smoke rose around him and wrapped him up so thoroughly that Zheng Qing had almost forgotten he was there.
"All right, don't get angry over something so trivial. A bad mood won't just affect your spellcasting and study progress; it'll also make you less lovable." Perhaps realizing that last word sounded a little odd, the witch paused before casually adding, "...like Li Neng. Li Meng and I don't like