Beta Town, East Zone.
Abnormal Life Research Institute.
In an old study room.
"In other words, the rumors are true." Doctor Du Zemu muttered to himself.
He stood in front of the French windows, holding a glass bottle the thickness of a finger. Against the orange light, he gently shook the viscous liquid inside the bottle.
The bottle contained Zheng Qing's spoils from two nights ago — three milliliters of Sand-Time King Juice.
It was now evening.
Contrary to most students' expectations, the execution power of the school staff committee was quite strong. It only took them a morning to complete the disinfection work of all campus areas of the college.
Many students hadn't even had a chance to say 'Goodbye' to their textbooks before their holidays ended.
Zheng Qing didn't care about this.
