Zheng Qing glanced at Dr. Xiao, feeling that he resembled a tiny hedgehog with its quills raised.
"What's with him today? Why is he in such a bad mood?" The young publicly funded student opened his mouth and silently mouthed the question to Fatty Xin.
Clearly, the fatty had no idea what teamwork or discreet cooperation meant.
"Oh, isn't it because of Mr. Sima?" The fatty spoke carelessly, his voice booming. "Winter break is coming up, and Mr. Sima can't go home with him, so he's bound to be a little emotional... Didn't you know? Speaking of which, who are you planning to bring home for the New Year?"
Zheng Qing's face darkened, and he nearly hurled the spellbook in his hand at the fatty's face.
What did he mean, who was he planning to bring home this year?
Could he just blurt out that sort of nonsense so casually?
Zheng Qing had only "nearly" done it, but someone else put it into action.
Before the fatty had even finished speaking, the black hard-covered notebook Xiao Xiao always kept over his face traced a graceful arc through the air and landed with a smack on his exposed, pale white belly.
The impact startled the fat cat happily stomping on his stomach into letting out a shriek. Its sharp claws shot out from between its toes with a swish.
"Ah... ah!"
Fatty Xin immediately let out two brief, piercing screams.
The first was because Xiao Xiao's hard-covered notebook had struck his belly, leaving it aching.
The second was because Tuantuan's sharp claws plunged straight into his stomach without hindrance, inflicting a second round of damage to both body and mind.
Dylan, who had been pretending to nap in his Coffin all this while, finally could not hold it in any longer.