Although he received a reminder from Zhongshan, life must go on.
After more than a year at First University, Zheng Qing's height hasn't changed much, but his heart has grown significantly. Having been blown to bits, walked the Death's edge in the Land of Void, ventured through the Dreamland, played a minor role in the Black Prison battlefield, and more, it's evidently difficult for him to remain constantly vigilant against a group of sneaky ravens.
In comparison, he feels that next Thursday's class at Edge Academy seems even scarier.
Time is just like that.
When you're idle, time seems to stagnate, making your boredom even more boring; when you're unwilling to face a certain moment, time passes even faster.
The Friday night walk with Jiang Yu still sizzles in Zheng Qing's memory.
Yet time blinked, and two days had passed.
