Next morning.
The first thing Zheng Qing did upon waking from his sleep was to grasp the black gemstone he had tucked under his pillow, focusing hard to imagine its transformation into a little black cat.
The cool stone jolted his groggy mind awake instantly.
"It already has some shape now."
During the morning lesson, Xiao Xiao evaluated the gemstone in Zheng Qing's hand: "I reckon in another month, or perhaps shorter, your little cat will come to life."
If it weren't for the white cat from the Cat Fruit Tree he saw last night, the Doctor's comment would surely have lifted Zheng Qing's spirits for the entire day. But having already seen the living cat, the more Doctor praised it, the more dejected Zheng Qing felt.
This dejection grew even stronger when he entered the classroom and saw the little white cat climbing up and down Jiang Yu's shoulder.
Tuesday morning consisted of a class on divination.
And a seminar on the second-level theory of time conversion array.
