Although he had received a warning from Zhongshan, life had to go on.
More than a year after entering First University, Zheng Qing had not grown much taller, but his heart had grown considerably bigger. He had been blown into mincemeat, walked through the Blank Land at death's edge, ventured into the Illusory Dream Realm, and played a minor role on the great battlefield of Black Prison, among other things. If he were expected to remain constantly vigilant and tremble inwardly over a flock of crows hiding their identities, that would clearly be difficult.
Compared with that, he found next Thursday's class at Edge Academy even more terrifying.
Time was simply like that.
When you had nothing to do, time seemed to stop, making your boredom even more unbearable; when there was a particular moment you did not want to face, time instead seemed to pass faster.
Zheng Qing still vividly remembered his walk with Jiang Yu on Friday night, as though it were still warm.
Yet in the blink of an eye, time had flashed forward two days.
Over those two days, aside from attending classes and doing homework, Zheng Qing had spent all his free time educating the "three Zheng sisters." Every few days, he ran over to Qingqiu Mansion, taking the chance to nag Poseidon about nonsense like, "Don't call me Zheng the Scum." As a result, he had not even attended the third private hunting competition held by the Starry Sky Hunting Team, which the You Zui Hunting Team had entered.
Zhang Jixin had strong opinions about this.
"If you cannot balance hunting team activities because of your studies, I can understand that. But repeatedly missing hunting team activities for personal reasons is extremely unprofessional. Youzui is already an officially registered hunting team. At all times,