After half a month, Zheng Qing finally had a good dream.
In his dream, he finally found an opportune moment to gift the Bohemian long dress to the Gypsy witch - Elena was particularly fond of the rouge-colored pearls in the box.
"I can string two guardian necklaces with these," the witch joyfully said, twirling on tiptoe like a jubilant butterfly, "One for you, one for me…"
Zheng Qing, a young scholarship student, didn't even get a chance to appreciate the witch's suggestion before being awoken by a horrifying noise.
"Ahhhhhh! No!"
Xin Fat Man yelled out in a robust voice, frantically searching around his desk:
"Where's my magic spell assignment! Where is my assignment…I definitely completed it…the three-thousand-word 'Understanding the Law Book'!"
Zheng Qing took a deep breath, rolled over, pulled the covers tighter, completely covering his head.
But the shrill wailing of the Fat Man managed to break through multiple layers of barriers and forced its way into his ears.
