Turning into a Cat Again

For Zheng Qing, this year's Lower Yuan Festival had been especially significant.

Not only because it was his first time spending the holiday at a wizarding school, nor simply because this year's Lower Yuan Festival came with a day off. More importantly, on that special day, he and the Gypsy witch had shared an interesting little adventure.

Moreover, although they had broken a whole heap of school rules, neither of them had been caught by the school's Discipline Team, and they had safely brought their little adventure to an end—the thing that pleased the young publicly funded student most was the frank and serious conversation he and the Gypsy witch had had afterward.

Of course, that was only his own view.

But as the saying went, when misfortune reaches its extreme, good fortune comes—or, fortune and misfortune depended upon one another—in short, everything had its positive side, and naturally its negative side as well. One had to view matters from both sides and both perspectives.

That was getting off track.

In short, perhaps because his day had gone too smoothly and his luck had suffered a little backlash; perhaps because the Gypsy witch's pessimistic thoughts had left their mark on his heart; perhaps because of the guilt brought on by breaking school rules; or, most likely, because the effects of his previous "treatment" had run out—regardless, after falling asleep on Wednesday night, the young publicly funded student had another nightmare.

Though he had never managed to recall the details of the dream, its colors remained extraordinarily clear.

Layer upon layer of rich red, as though paint had been brushed on again and again throughout his dream. When he opened his eyes that morning, he even felt as though red light were flashing before them. He instinctively glanced at the Evil-Averting