It Really Couldn't Be More Alike

In the evenings of late autumn and early winter, the air was already suffused with a deep chill.

The insects that usually chirped in the grass and rock crevices had long since burrowed deep into the warmer earth to hibernate. Outside the window, apart from the cold moonlight and sparse starlight, there was only the sighing wind and the faint rustle of a few dead leaves falling to the ground.

Jiuyou Academy, male dormitory, Room 403.

Before the desk.

Dr. Xiao and Fatty Xin sat facing each other on opposite sides of the desk.

Spread before the Doctor was that thick notebook. Several Speed-writing Feather Pens of different colors and thicknesses danced across its pages in neat disorder, taking notes. Xiao Xiao himself sat with his hands clasped beneath his chin, staring ahead with a solemn expression.

Across from him, Fatty Xin sat cross-legged on his bed with his arms folded. Through the narrow passage between the desk and bed, he craned his neck forward, his brows knotted tightly.

Between them, atop the bright red desk, two cats lay listlessly sprawled out, competing to see which could flatten himself thinner. Lively little sprites chirped as they flitted around the cats, cheering them on.

Of course, that was mostly Fat Cat Tuantuan's idea—Zheng Qing, as an adult wizard, refused to admit that he would compete with a cat in such a stupid game. He had more important matters to consider.

At that moment, Zheng Qing had shrunk himself to around thirty centimeters tall. At this size, he consumed little Magic Power and had less effect on the other "life forms" in the room, so the others would not feel uncomfortable.

"I still suggest finding a professor... This is not something we can solve ourselves." Xiao Xiao straightened up and lowered his