The sudden extra day off threw Zheng Qing's rhythm of life into disarray.
On Sunday night, after staying up late to finish his homework as planned and completing the Petites Mains Mission, Zheng Qing lay down on his bed and suddenly realized that he did not need to attend five classes tomorrow.
In other words, he could have spread all that homework out over the entire next day and done it at a leisurely pace.
"This damned accident... damned class schedule."
The young wizard muttered, but he had no strength left for further complaints. He simply closed his eyes. Days of intense study and missions had left him utterly exhausted, and he fell into a deep sleep almost the instant he shut his eyes.
That night's dream was exceptionally pure.
Nothing disturbed him. He slept wonderfully, and when he opened his eyes, it was already noon the next day.
The sun hung high in the sky, its orange-white light falling upon the vase on the desk and illuminating the sunflowers within with particular clarity. Zheng Qing did not know whether it was an illusion, but for an instant, the embryonic membranes around the three little elves on the sunflowers seemed to become slightly transparent, faintly revealing the outlines of the curled-up, sleeping elves inside.
But when he looked more carefully, those membranes became thick and sturdy again, without the slightest trace of thinning.
"Awake?"
The Fat Wizard, who was leaning against the desk and petting a cat, heard movement from the bed behind him and turned around. His chubby face instantly broke into a fawning smile. "Brother Zheng, you slept so soundly... Did you feel that barrier? I put it up specially so you could sleep more comfortably. It cleared your mind, calmed your spirit, and nourished your qi... How