September 1st, the second day of the eighth lunar month.
Appropriate for sacrifices and blessings.
Inauspicious for consecration.
Zheng Qing lay in bed, yawning and lazily calculating the date with his fingers buried in his quilt.
Not a good day to start school at all.
His eyes squinted, he took a deep breath.
Today was Monday.
There was a spell course in the morning.
This would be his first class in his college career.
How exciting.
Perhaps the excitement from yesterday hadn't faded, Zheng Qing didn't sleep well at night. He was even awakened by a nightmare once, but quickly fell back asleep.
He exhaled a long, dull breath from deep within his chest and opened his eyes.
The dormitory was very quiet.
The sky was just beginning to brighten, and through the glass of the balcony, the faint morning calls of birds could be heard from outside the window.
Zheng Qing quietly climbed out of bed.
