"What on earth was going on?"
Zheng Qing crossed his arms, frowning as he looked at Fatty Xin.
"You became the World!"
The fatty had finally recovered from his earlier panic. He turned excitedly toward the young publicly funded student and muttered over and over, "This is insane. The school has completely lost it! They actually made you the World!"
Zheng Qing was thoroughly confused, and his impatience grew.
"Explain it properly." As he stuffed the Gray Cloth Bag into his robes, he shook his head in annoyance. "Damn it, my review notes and textbooks are still in the library... I'll have to ask Doctor to help get them out."
"Forget about your notes and textbooks—you're the World!" The fatty grabbed Zheng Qing's arm and shook it hard. "The World! You're the World now!"
Zheng Qing sucked in a sharp breath of pain and slapped the fatty on the head. "Are you sick in the head? I'm the World? Why not say I'm the universe? I told you to explain yourself properly... Is this how you shake the World?"
The fatty immediately came to his senses. He took a step back, pressed his palms together, and apologized with an exaggerated expression. "My deepest apologies, World. I got too excited just now and lost control. I offended you, truly offended you..."
Zheng Qing smacked his lips, feeling a throbbing ache in his back teeth.
Without another word, he pulled out his spellbook again and cast a Calming Spell right at the fatty's face.
"Quietly think about it!"
Only then did he put away his spellbook and remind him irritably, "What exactly is going on? Explain it clearly... Finals are in three days. Was it fun getting both of us blacklisted by Book Mountain Hall?"
Only after taking a Calming Spell did