Realizing that the Gypsy witch would not make eye contact with him, the young publicly funded student turned back sheepishly and looked at Xiao Xiao again, adding emphatically, "...I was just reviewing my lessons in the library."
Xiao Xiao stared at him expressionlessly for several seconds.
Zheng Qing immediately looked away guiltily. At the same time, he pursed his lips and blew, sending the yellow Calming Talisman stuck to his forehead fluttering upward.
In truth, over the past few days, he had spent only a small portion of his time in the library. The rest of the time, he had been sneaking off to the Two-Dimensional Evolution Laboratory. Whether it was Fei Rui's identity, Mr. Wu's identity, or the four uninvited guests from the winter hunt, they were all like thorns lodged in Zheng Qing's heart. He needed someone to pull them out.
One or two thorns were manageable. They were uncomfortable, but the harm was limited. During these tense final-exam days, they could gradually be ignored.
But having a whole handful of thorns stabbed into his heart was terrible.
For several days in a row, Zheng Qing had woken from nightmares. They were simple nightmares, yet terribly vexing. What concerned him most was that every time he woke up, he could not remember what he had dreamed about. All he remembered was the heart-pounding terror and vast, blurry swathes of blood-red color in his mind.
He did not know whether it was some new aftereffect that had appeared after the blood clot in his eyes dispersed, so Zheng Qing could only try to find a solution himself.
He first went to the School Hospital, hoping to have the Horse-faced Healer prescribe some sleeping and calming potions to drive away nightmares. Instead, he was told that with finals approaching, the