A jade dish hung on the treetop, the cool moonlight casting a layer of silver frost on the ground.
Today was the first day of August, by all accounts, there should be no moon in the sky.
Zheng Qing had his eyes fixated on the round silver celestial body in the sky, ignoring the chattering of Nicholas in front of him.
Professor An, having entrusted the three troublesome new students to the guidance of the newcomer, left in a hurry.
Upon turning around, Nicholas, who had previously shown an angry face, softened his tone:
"This incident is not that serious. At worst, you'll have to spend another year in the first year, it's not a big deal."
Zheng Qing coughed a couple of times and looked down at the little elf napping soundly in the cardboard box, and couldn't help but feel a little disheartened.
To a veteran third-year student who's still in their first year, having to spend two years in the first year is not a big deal.
