Monday night.
Zheng Qing finished his Time Conversion class and dragged his exhausted body back to the dormitory.
He had just gone to the teaching assistant's office to collect a fresh batch of Fish Skin Paper and Talisman Boards, necessary materials for completing this week's Petites Mains Mission. Before going to sleep, he still needed to convert another three hours and finish today's Etching Talisman Paper assignment.
Including the two daytime classes, Zheng Qing had to convert nine hours every day.
In other words, he lived nine more hours each day than everyone else.
It sounded like a good thing.
Yet Zheng Qing found it hard to describe that state as either good or bad.
The only thing he could be sure of was that the longer he lived, the harder it became, and he had brought this way of living upon himself. Carrying that half-self-torturing mindset, he pushed open the dormitory door, only to be immediately swallowed by a gigantic figure that nearly blocked out the ceiling.
It felt as though he had run headlong into a speeding tank.
"You actually got yourself a Horse Girl?"
Fatty Xin roared with a complicated expression, grabbing Zheng Qing by the shoulders and nearly shaking him apart. "Something this huge, you should've told me the moment you came back yesterday..."
"He didn't return to the dorm last night." Xiao Xiao's head poked out from one side behind the Fat Wizard. He adjusted his glasses, his gaze blazing as he stared at the wizard who had just entered.
"Oh, right."
The excitement on Fatty Xin's face subsided slightly, but he immediately began shaking Zheng Qing's shoulders again. "What next? Which race are you planning to hook up with? Ghosts? Little mermaids? Remember when we discussed Zombie Mermaids? Are you planning to produce another