Unlike the absent-minded and despondent Jiang Yu, a certain scholarship student from Jiuyou Academy seemed much more energetic.
Early on Saturday morning, as dawn was just breaking, Zheng Qing fumbled to get up, dressed in a brand-new robe with the help of sprites, fastened a shiny new belt, and attached sparkling cufflinks before starting to groom himself in front of the dressing mirror.
"Aren't you planning to do morning class today?" Xiao Xiao, awakened by the rustling noises in the room, asked groggily.
"Oh, right... there's morning class." Zheng Qing only then remembered what he had forgotten and, quite dismayed, took off his new clothes and changed back into his old robe before sitting on the bed, lost in thought.
The sprites, resting their chins in their hands and drooping their wings, sat on his shoulder and joined him in his reverie.
However, the warlock's daydreaming didn't last long.
