The noisy disturbances within the academy didn't cause much fluctuation in Zheng Qing's state of mind.
His mind was preoccupied with the meeting under the cat fruit tree in the evening and the risk of being dragged into Old Yao's office at any moment. As a result, he couldn't remember at all what he had for dinner.
Six thirty in the evening.
Less than an hour remained before his scheduled meeting with Su Ya, and it was already quite dark outside, even darker than the sky he saw in Old Yao's office in his dream—this was a good omen, but it wasn't enough to completely ease Zheng Qing's worries. His dream experience hung over his head like the Sword of Damocles poised to fall and slice him half to death at any moment.
"You're really not going to the library?" Xiao Xiao confirmed before leaving.
"Not going."
The young cost student forced a smile, mumbling, "For me, the library is a bit noisy… you know that… there's no harm in keeping a low profile."
