Dylan is still snoring away in his coffin.
Xiao Xiao hasn't returned to the dormitory, and Fat Man is very suspicious of his whereabouts. But considering the time of day, Fat Man doubts his own doubts, feeling that Mister Sima wouldn't mess around with the Doctor to such an extent.
As for the time, when Zheng Qing woke up, it was already 5 PM, less than two hours until the evening class meeting.
Hehe!
The little sprites next to the pillow were startled awake, fluttering their wings, and started circling around Zheng Qing. Some of the more agile ones had already darted into the washroom and, in no time, brought out steaming towels and toothpaste and a toothbrush, presenting them to the warlock.
The young cost student awkwardly accepted the goodwill from the sprites.
"Tsk, a decadent and degenerate lifestyle like a young master."
