On Christmas Eve, Zheng Qing slept quite restlessly.
This wasn't surprising.
Especially the previous evening at the Christmas Eve ball, he had just danced with three witches, and the backlash from the Alpha white-robed ones hadn't completely dissipated. He would inevitably have a few nightmares for several nights.
In the morning, when Zheng Qing was putting on socks, he felt something hard inside. Groggily, he poured it out, and instantly, a feeble scream began to echo in the dorm, startling him into a cold sweat and waking him up completely.
"What the hell? It's so early in the morning, can't a person sleep peacefully?"
The Fat Wizard's bed erupted with a shout filled with resentment, joined by Fatty Cat Tuan Tuan. The sprites carrying toothpaste, toothbrushes, and hot towels also joined in the fun, making the room unusually lively.
"Sorry, sorry!"
