When the sun reached Hengyang, it was called Yuzhong.
Yuzhong was the time of day approaching noon. In the standard timekeeping system, it referred to the period between nine and eleven in the morning.
Under normal circumstances, snakes would usually choose this time to hide in the grass, avoiding being scorched by the sun.
But Little Dragon did not.
Little Dragon was not a dragon, but a snake.
More precisely, it was a cobra as thick as an arm and nearly two meters long. Compared to its undernourished brethren outside, Little Dragon lived an exceptionally comfortable life. Every day at Pet Garden, it received well-balanced, nutritious, ample meals. From time to time, professional school staff would even be sent to remove its parasites, shed its skin, and clear away dead tissue.
In just half a year since the school term began, it had already grown a whole size larger.
This also brought the snake many new troubles.
For instance, places it could once slip into without a sound could no longer conceal its bulk; the narrow burrows once used by the school's pet snakes were now closed to it as well.
More importantly, it had once been able to obediently coil around its owner's neck. But after one weekend not long ago, when its female owner injured her cervical vertebrae while draping it around her neck, it had never again had the chance to hang from that fair neck.
That did not fit Little Dragon's character setting.
For certain unspeakable reasons, it had to be a good snake, and it also had to be good at being a snake—therefore, it had to make some changes: lose weight, lose weight, and lose weight.
So, when its owner, Liu Feifei, visited it at Pet Garden today and asked whether it wanted to