Week Fifteen

For most students at First University, the fifteenth week of the term felt rather dull.

Hunt Moon had passed, and the New Year was still far off. In this neither-early-nor-late week, there were no special traditional festivals or extra public holidays; no interesting events organized by the school or the Student Union; and certainly no long-rumored beast tide flooding out of Silent Forest and into the school, freely unleashing its terror.

To put it simply, it was "ordinary and utterly unremarkable."

For the students of Astronomy 08-1, the only thing worth mentioning that week was that their publicly funded student, who excelled at Talisman Studies, had begun wearing sunglasses for some unknown reason.

They were oversized sunglasses with a bone frame and pure black lenses. Whether in class, at meals, or during morning exercises, the young publicly funded student always wore them. At a glance, they covered nearly half his face.

More than one person curiously asked Zheng Qing why he had suddenly started wearing glasses.

But the young publicly funded student only smiled without answering, always giving vague replies. The male wizards who shared his dormitory, on the other hand, were quite eager to discuss it whenever it came up.

Yet afterward, everyone realized that each of them had told a different story.

For instance, Dr. Xiao explained that Zheng Qing was practicing an advanced divination technique, supposedly descended from Master Guiguzi's Blind School of fortune-telling. This spell could only be mastered after one had gained a deep understanding of "blindness," and Zheng Qing wore sunglasses to improve the efficiency of his practice.

Xiao Xiao's explanation was somewhat similar to Fatty Xin's, except they differed in the specific subject involved.

"Brother Qing's talisman-drawing skills have reached a bottleneck," the fat man explained to the classmates who asked him, with