April 12, Tuesday.
Early in the morning, Zheng Qing felt a bit uneasy, always feeling that there was something he overlooked on last night's trip to the Cat Fruit Tree. This feeling peaked as he tore off today's old calendar.
Because he accidentally only tore off half of the calendar.
In the eyes of many old-school wizards, this is considered extremely unlucky, comparable to encountering a black dog in the morning.
But no matter how much he recalled, that unease was like fishing for the moon in the water, never graspable.
Until before the Magic Text class in the afternoon.
Zheng Qing entered the classroom, and as he passed the first row, he happened to overhear Li Meng chatting with Jiang Yu.
