"Zheng Qing?!"
"Where's Zheng Qing?!"
"Zheng Qing?? Are you at the library?!"
"Zheng Qing! Come out fast! Something big happened!!"
Xin Fat Man's shrill and piercing voice echoed throughout the entire library, making the tall floor-to-ceiling windows buzz with vibration. It was as though a voiceless forest was suddenly interrupted by a plucked drake, shattering the quiet atmosphere in an instant, and soon drawing numerous dissatisfied complaints and noisy denunciations.
Zheng Qing's face instantly turned green.
He struggled to get up from the floor, hoping against hope, and listened again.
Indeed, it was Xin Fat Man's shouting, and he was indeed calling his name.
"Damn it! Has this fatso taken the wrong medicine?" The young cost student grabbed the Law book and pocket watch at hand, stuffed them into the Grey Cloth Bag, and bolted toward the exit. He didn't even bother to tidy up the table full of books.
He had to do something.
