It was approaching midnight when Zheng Qing finally returned to the academy.
If it weren't for Su Shijun granting Zheng Qing a special pass in advance, Grandpa Niwu would never have allowed the young cost student to enter the dormitory. To the Bronze Beast, coming back late was as hopeless as hyperactivity.
The lights were still on in Room 403.
As Zheng Qing pushed the door open, he was almost hit in the face by a cloud of thick smoke mixed with a foul stench, nearly making him vomit up last night's dinner.
"Have you all gone mad?" The young cost student's good mood for the evening vanished in an instant. He pinched his nose and let out a sharp cry that sounded like a duck being strangled: "Performing magic experiments in the dorm could cost you academic credits!"
"Gentle Breeze!"
