The friction between the black cat, white cat, and fox was ultimately just a minor spice of life.
For several weeks in a row, nothing unusual had happened outside the school, but Zheng Qing was not naive enough to believe those crows had truly turned over a new leaf, or that the gloom shrouding the Silent Forest had truly passed.
The Centaur Priest's prophecy on the night of Qingming Festival remained vivid in his mind. The words "bloodshed in war, an ominous sight" left him involuntarily melancholy whenever he rested.
Of course, in Xiao Xiao's view, Zheng Qing's "melancholy" was more a fear of impending graduation and anxiety over an unknown future. The Centaur Priest's verse was merely an excuse he had unconsciously sought.
"I read a saying in a book—there are only two kinds of people in this world."
During a break in thursday's Potion Class, the You Zui Hunting Team's diviner analyzed his distracted deskmate. "For example, when handed a bunch of grapes, one type picks out the best ones to eat first, while the other saves the best for last. Logically, the first type should be optimistic, because every grape they eat is the best among those remaining; the second type should be pessimistic, because every grape they eat is the worst among those remaining. But in fact, the opposite is true. The reason is that the second type still has hope, while the first has only memories."
"That seems reasonable."
Zheng Qing was used to drawing inferences from one thing to another, and immediately began pondering it. "If a plate of grapes has both good and bad ones, the adults at home will definitely eat the bad ones first and save the good ones for the children... Children are the adults' hope. From that perspective, the