Only when the spirits attending the evening party returned, donned their armor again, and began shooing people away in the corridors with their wavering, clanking movements, did the group of young wizards from Room 601, exhausted in mind and body, leave the teaching building.
But the busy day was not over yet.
Because in just over an hour, it would be October 20th.
This was Zheng Qing's eighth Monday at First University.
The young scholarship student seemed to have just realized that he had a mountain of homework left undone. Even with the 'reference materials' provided by Doctor Xiao, he could only prioritize the homework due the next morning.
For instance, Old Yao's analysis of the spell 'Sky is Clear'. This spell's importance had been stressed repeatedly by the professor in class, and homework assignments analyzing this spell had continued for several weeks. Even Zheng Qing, racking his brains, found it hard to come up with fresh phrases.
