Beautifully Freezing

As a scholarship student—or rather, as a scholarship student who always had unexpected accomplishments—Zheng Qing had never felt the heavy credit pressure that weighed on the other students.

Because he had more than enough credits.

The club invitation rewards at the start of the term, the encouragement rewards from professors during regular classes, the separate rewards from the school, college, and professors after he received the Merlin Medal, the reward for "cooperating" with Councilwoman Su's magical experiments, the reward for winning Rookie King in the Hunting Moon Freshman Competition, the reward for handing the Big Black Cat over to the Relevant Department, and so on, and so on—there were too many to count. Not to mention the several accidents he had encountered around campus in the half year since enrolling. Though every one of them had sent him to the School Hospital for a while, each time he had also received some compensatory credit rewards from the School Labor Committee and relevant college departments.

After adding up all those odds and ends, before even half the academic year had passed, the young scholarship student had already accumulated enough credits to pay for promotion to second year, with plenty left over. If Nicholas, who buried himself in the library every day studying and grinding through exercises, knew the number on Zheng Qing's Credit Card, he would surely cry out, "Heaven is unfair! Heavenly Dao rewards diligence slowly!"

It was precisely because credits seemed to come so easily to him that Zheng Qing had gradually lost interest in work-study jobs and selling talismans after entering school; it was why, after receiving two talisman guns as gifts, he had the confidence to practice his shooting during Hunting Team Training; and it was why Zheng Qing had dared to invite the Gypsy witch out