Upon hearing the words "First University Special Contribution Award."
While everyone else merely nodded thoughtfully, Zheng Qing abruptly stopped in his tracks.
"What award?"
The young wizard subconsciously dug at his ear, then, without waiting for Fatty Xin to repeat himself, snatched the long, narrow slip of paper and quickly read through it with narrowed eyes.
That was right. It really was the "First University Special Contribution Award."
Meow my ass.
He felt a little numb.
That was right, he knew the name. If he remembered correctly, at the start of the semester, in order to scrape together enough credits, he had followed Su Shijun's suggestion and submitted an application for the "Special Contribution Award," citing the You Zui Hunting Team's participation in the Black Prison Battle.
But first, several months had passed without any news, and he had assumed the application had long since been tossed into the trash. Second, after cobbling things together, he already had enough credits to graduate. Even without counting exemptions or the bonus credits from the Special Contribution Award, his existing courses and the certificates he had earned were enough to see him safely through graduation. So he had put the matter out of his mind.
More importantly, when he had submitted the application, Old Yao had teased him: "You accomplished something that tens of thousands of demon allied troops couldn't. If such a shocking contribution isn't recorded, how will it serve as a warning to other students?" No matter how he listened to it, there was a distinctly sarcastic edge to those words. It was only natural that Zheng Qing had not held out any hope for the award.
Yet unexpectedly, with graduation approaching and less than a month remaining before finals, he suddenly heard that name again. Though he was not completely