Early April, and it's already the end of mid-spring.
At noon, the sun is bright, the climate mild, the willow breeze wafting past the window carries faint fragrances of flowers and grass, and one can faintly hear the laughter and frolicking of the young wizards.
It's as if the entire world is steeped in the lively atmosphere painted by spring.
Except for dormitory 403.
Zheng Qing withdrew his envious emotions, glanced at the high stack of assignments in front of him, and sighed deeply. However, before he could speak, the Fat Wizard beside him chimed in.
"What brilliant insights does the great scholar have again?"
Xin gave Xiao Xiao a sidelong glance, humming in an operatic aria. The Fat Cat, originally napping on his pillow, was startled awake by the strange sound. It yawned widely, shook its ears, and rose up, shaking its head, casting a reproachful glance at the boys.
Xiao Xiao nodded apologetically at Tuan Tuan.
