After lunch.
Zheng Qing led the well-fed Little Black Sheep out of the cafeteria with the Fat Wizard.
"Are you taking it back to the dormitory or giving it to Lin Guo?"
Xin picked at his teeth, glanced at the little sheep following closely behind them, and smacked his lips. "If you want to take it back to the dorm, you'd better clear it with Fifth Master Ni first... He generally doesn't allow this kind of animal into the dormitories."
Zheng Qing rolled his eyes.
"Am I crazy?"
He shook the thin rope in his hand irritably. "This is a teaching tool. Why would I take it back... We don't have the right to give it to anyone, either... It stinks and carries fleas! I'm returning it to the School Labor Committee."
Baa!
The little sheep chewed happily, bleating in agreement with a foolish look on its face.
"All right, then... Do you need me to come with you?"
The Fat Wizard bit down on his toothpick and cast an inconspicuous glance behind them, lowering his voice in warning. "...That guy has been watching you for quite a while."
Zheng Qing knew who he meant.
He had noticed it during lunch. Not far from their table, a Yellow Robe had been glancing at him from time to time. Zheng Qing had not sensed much hostility in the other wizard's eyes, so he had not paid much attention. But when they left the cafeteria, the Yellow Robe hurriedly set down his tray and followed them out.
That was rather suspicious.
"It's fine. Broad daylight, out in public—he's not going to sneak up and club me over the head." Zheng Qing gave a dry laugh, patting the Bronze Spellbook hanging from his waist in a lighthearted tone.
"Then take care of yourself."