Tuesday afternoon's class was Advanced Magic Script.
Even after Professor Monteria and most of the class had left the classroom, Zheng Qing remained somewhat distracted. From time to time, the two words Su Shijun had said at the end of their noon meeting drifted through his mind.
Right?
Right?
Right!
Each time he recalled them, he tried interpreting those two words with a different tone. But no matter how he changed the interpretation, he had to admit that he could not give a definite answer.
If he had followed the resolve he had made when he left Shanglin Garden a week ago, he should have drawn a clear line between himself and her long ago. Naturally, he should not have gone to her when he ran into trouble.
But somehow, after putting it off for a week, that resolve had silently vanished without a trace.
To be fair, he could convince himself in his heart—for example, Poseidon's existence made it impossible for him to completely sever ties with her; she was also his Graduation Thesis Advisor; and during the first sandbox incident of the freshman winter hunt, she had once tried to shatter her tail to save him, and so on.
All those excuses gave him ample reason to maintain that vague yet beautiful relationship.
Ah, why was love such a thing? One thing always subdued another.
As that deeply meaningful saying drifted through his mind, he could not help clenching his fist and knocking on his own head, as though trying to knock all those awful thoughts out.
"A fist won't kill anyone. If you want to kill yourself, you need a hammer." The Fat Wizard chuckled coldly, pulled out a little hammer with his backhand, and slammed it down in front of Zheng Qing with a clang.
It