The last day of the first semester of the 2008–2009 academic year was January 18, 2009, a Sunday.
This Sunday was Zheng Qing's twentieth Sunday at First University, as well as the twentieth time he had attended the regular class meeting of Astronomy Class 08-1.
It was only at this meeting that Zheng Qing belatedly realized he seemed to have gotten the timing wrong before.
"The final exams are already over. Whether you did well or poorly, your grades are set in stone and cannot be changed... Of course, if one day you can go farther than an Archwizard, follow the Timeline back to this semester, and still feel like altering your exam papers, then I take back what I just said."
At the podium, Old Yao held his pipe and delivered his end-of-term summary with a smiling face, occasionally tossing in remarks that sounded playful but actually struck straight at the heart.
A low, obliging ripple of laughter rose in the classroom.
After hearing Old Yao's "of course," Fatty Xin, who sat in front of Zheng Qing, could not help muttering, "If I had that ability, the first thing I'd do after coming back would be stuff myself with a premium weight-loss pill made by an Archwizard... Or give my present self gold as heavy as a fire dragon. With money and good looks, who'd care about exam grades..."
Zheng Qing silently nodded in agreement.
Beside him, Xiao Xiao snapped his notebook shut, adjusted his glasses, and was about to speak.
Zheng Qing's hand shot out, pressing down on Doctor's shoulder.
"I know, I know. We know the taboos of time travel... But life is hard enough already. Surely we can't give up the right to dream, can we?" As he spoke, the young publicly funded student pulled a