As an obscure recipient of the Merlin Medal and the second-ranked publicly funded student in the first year of First University Jiuyou Academy, Zheng Qing received quite a few gifts on Christmas.
Of course, the vast majority of those gifts were merely greeting cards bearing blessings—after all, they were all poor students, and a certain publicly funded student was not exactly the idol type. Naturally, he had no die-hard fans willing to sell blood or a kidney to buy him presents.
But because it was Christmas, even a single greeting card had to be delivered via the Pumpkin Carriage route of the Christmas Rat. This was a mandatory rule jointly issued by the School Labor Committee and the Student Union.
Thus, from morning exercises onward, Zheng Qing began suffering an endless stream of Pumpkin Carriage attacks.
At first, things were fine. Perhaps the Christmas Rats had only just started their shifts and were full of energy. Whether calling out names or driving their carriages, they behaved properly and followed the SOP manual issued by the Student Union to the letter.
But as more and more gift parcels piled up, the Pumpkin Carriages grew heavier and heavier. Once the novelty wore off, the Christmas Rats quickly began slacking—one day might only be twenty-four hours to wizards, not very long, but to rats, a wizard's day was equivalent to more than a month of their lives.
That was already a very long time.
From Zheng Qing's perspective, he could easily tell that the Pumpkin Carriages delivering his gifts were flying faster and faster, that the Christmas Rats were calling names in increasingly shrill voices, and that the parcels reaching his hands were becoming less and less intact.
Moreover, this was not the first time he had encountered a Pumpkin Carriage accident.
Plunging