The next morning.
The first thing Zheng Qing did after waking from his sleep was grasp the Black Gemstone he had tucked beneath his pillow and concentrate on imagining it turning into a little black cat.
The cool stone quickly cleared his groggy mind.
"It's already starting to take shape."
During morning exercises, Dr. Xiao gave this assessment of the gemstone in Zheng Qing's hand. "I reckon that in another month, or perhaps even less, your kitten will come alive."
If not for the comparison with the Little White Cat on the Cat Fruit Tree last night, Doctor's assessment would certainly have put Zheng Qing in a good mood for the entire day. But because he had already seen a kitten that had come alive last night, the more Doctor praised him, the more dejected Zheng Qing became.
That dejection grew even stronger when he entered the classroom and saw the Little White Cat crawling all over Jiang Yu's shoulder.
Tuesday morning brought a Divination class.
And a Second Tier Battle Formation Theory class on Time Conversion.
In theory, the Shanglin Garden Spring Hunt that had ended just over a week ago should still have been a hot topic among the students, and Zheng Qing had prepared himself to endure another round of bizarre rumors.
But he had clearly underestimated the public's forgetfulness, as well as the impact of yesterday's upheaval.
"...I've never seen anything like it! Never! My great-uncle has lived in Beta Town for nearly two hundred years, and as far as he remembers, he's never seen the School Guardian Formation fully activated..."
"Didn't you say before that your great-uncle was senile? In his condition, it's perfectly normal for him not to remember."
"What's the point of arguing over whether he remembers or whether he saw it? My