Zheng Qing stumbled through his fourth teaching assistant class in a daze.
He could not remember what he had talked about during the lesson, nor how it had ended.
He only remembered the strange glint in his companions' eyes when they looked at him from below the podium—slightly green, like a pack of starving wolves spotting a custard pie, or pools of clear lake water reflecting his sickly green face.
Every second he stood at the podium, the young teaching assistant felt as though he were standing atop a pile of explosives with lit fuses, trembling with fear that the new transfer student might innocently blurt out something utterly outrageous like, "I want to have a little foal with you," in full view of everyone.
Fortunately, the worst-case scenario did not happen.
Luna Huiyin stood properly at the back of the classroom beside several half-giants and did not say a word throughout the lesson.
The moment class ended, Zheng Qing fled the classroom with his lecture notes in his arms without even assigning homework. He only dragged himself back to the dormitory around midnight.
As expected, no one was asleep.
"Yo? You're back, Sister Qing?"
Fatty Xin held Tuantuan in his arms, grooming him as he greeted Zheng Qing in a sarcastic tone. The fat cat lazily lifted a paw, indicating that he was in a pretty good mood tonight.
"The membranes around your little sprites seem to have become a bit more transparent," Doctor said, sprawled over his desk as he put on a show of examining the three sleeping sprites.
Zheng Qing ignored the fat man's provocation.
He cleared his throat.
"Mm... I noticed it when I checked this morning. It should be nothing serious."
Joining Doctor's idle chatter, the young teaching assistant took the hot towel a