Good fortune often marked the beginning of misfortune.
That was absolutely true.
That morning, Zheng Qing had still been relieved that he had not gotten involved in last night's chaotic showdown and had escaped disaster. Yet after only one short noon, that good fortune vanished silently like bubbles in the sunlight.
This was probably what mysticism often called "the backlash of luck."
"I won't sit down,"
the boy said with a dry laugh, refusing the dean's "kind offer" as he fought to suppress the urge to turn and run. "Since you're busy right now, I'll come find you later..."
His voice grew quieter and quieter.
Because as he spoke, Jiang Yu followed the direction of Old Yao's finger and openly sat down on the sofa, taking up the other half of the space vacated by the Great Fox.
Zheng Qing swore that, from the corner of his eye, he had clearly seen Class Monitor Jiang casually brush some fluffy tail as she sat down. But the motion had vanished in an instant, and the Great Fox showed no reaction, making him wonder if his eyes had deceived him.
"You're already here..."
The professor drew out his words, his tone carrying a trace of teasing. He tapped his pipe and grinned at the boy still standing awkwardly in the doorway, caught between advancing and retreating. Rather than inviting him to sit again, he pointed at the Great Fox. "She had nothing better to do, so she came here to sleep in."
The director of the Two-Dimensional Evolution Laboratory had nothing better to do?
Couldn't she sleep in at her own office?
Zheng Qing forcibly swallowed the urge to complain.
Unlike him, Jiang Yu had no such reservations. Looking at the Great Fox on the sofa, she asked naturally, "Is the 2D