Grading the Christmas Mice's work didn't trouble Zheng Qing for long.
At a class meeting called later, Old Yao provided the relevant answer.
Because the next day was the annual Winter Hunt, the seventeenth week's curriculum was scheduled for just four days, with Friday through the weekend, three days' time, controlled by the First University Hunting Committee. The Committee would assign different tasks to students from the four colleges and some researchers from the research institutes, responsible for the "sweeping" operations in different areas.
"I really don't want to participate."
Xin Fat Man lay on his desk, mumbling dejectedly. Of course, his voice was so faint that even Zheng Qing, less than a step away, had to strain his ears to barely hear it.
