"Awesome!"

"Are you openly cheating now?"

"So you’re telling me, even though you’re officially ’married’ to Su Councilor, you still have the courage to agree to attend Shanglin Garden Spring Hunt with another witch? One of the most famous social hunting events of the Alliance? When did you grow tiger guts? I distinctly remember cats having tiny courage!"

Xin Fat Man suddenly sat up from the bed, his silhouette indistinct in the pitch-black room, but it was clear he was excitedly waving his arms, provoking Tuan Tuan to curse loudly, making the room quite lively for a moment.

"Especially since Zhongshan Jiang Family is not a small household."

On the other side, Doctor Xiao clicked his tongue in wonder and also offered a very brutal example: "Like accidentally falling into water with a big vortex. If you fall into one big vortex, you’ll only be dizzy, but if you fall between two big vortices, the violent currents will tear you to shreds..."

"Didn’t he just eat a Copper Bean?"

Fat Wizard, while comforting Fat Cat, added with a chuckle: "Steamed, it won’t spoil; boiled, it won’t soften; pounded, it won’t flatten; fried, it won’t explode — a jingling piece of copper pea... a body of copper skin and iron bones, won’t be afraid of being torn apart from both sides."

"So, Shanglin Garden Spring Hunt is the ’herb,’ Sister Korma’s order is ’Jiang Yu’s request,’ and those Yu surrounding the herb and shooting shadows are the aristocratic disciples attending the Spring Hunt? How weird for you to come up with such a metaphor." The Doctor carefully analyzed Zheng Qing’s earlier ’hypothesis,’ and his tone turned somewhat odd: "The only thing that bothers me... why does the comparison between Sister Korma and Student Jiang Yu seem a bit subtle to me?"

Zheng Qing seemed to see him push his glasses in the dark.

He didn’t want to argue anymore. In this situation, no matter how he explained, it seemed like he was making excuses. He sighed again and once more buried his head into the pillow.

For a long time, until the teasing of the two companions slightly died down, he spoke again in a muffled voice.

"So... how can I safely crawl out from between those two vortices?" With Saturday’s arrangement in mind, he felt life was bleak: "As long as I don’t go to Shanglin Garden, I still have hope, right?"

"The Invisibility Talisman definitely won’t work." Xin Fat Man was the first to rule out a possibility.

"The Absolution Hunting Team competition isn’t convincing either." Doctor Xiao also shook his head.

"D&K is running smoothly, not encountering any troubles." Fat Wizard scratched Fat Cat’s chin, helping it continue to doze off.

"You surely don’t have the guts to use Greenhill Mansion’s reasons to reject Jiang Yu’s request, huh?" Xiao Xiao’s tone carried a hint of mockery.

Then Fat Wizard recalled Zheng Qing’s new identity: "Oh, right, isn’t Mr. Zha an assistant now? Could you possibly use the Assistant Team’s work as an excuse?"

"The Assistant Team won’t schedule overtime on weekends." Xiao Xiao immediately vetoed Fat Man’s idea, but he also mentioned a similar possibility: "However, Sister Korma is the vice principal of Edge Academy, last year’s Christmas dance didn’t you dance with her? You can ask her to help arrange an ’unrefusable weekend task’... of course, whether or not there would be other prices to pay, that’s another matter."

Zheng Qing listened with diminishing confidence.

Having Korma intervene was pure poison. Despite refusing to admit it, he had already entangled with two witches and had no confidence to get involved with another Big Wizard.

"Ah!" Xin Fat Man suddenly exclaimed: "Tomorrow is Friday!"

"No need for your emphasis." Zheng Qing weakly grunted, simultaneously calculating that he was less than forty hours away from his death date, feeling increasingly powerless.

"Friday afternoon is practice class." Fat Wizard obviously thought of something, hinting gently.

"You want him to go to the school hospital?" Doctor Xiao’s tone carried a hint of realization: "This way could work. But to get Mr. Zha into the school hospital, ordinary spell attacks won’t suffice... He must suffer spell backlash and preferably spit some blood, then maybe he can lie there for two days."

As he spoke, a ghostly cool light brightened in Xiao Xiao’s tent, the residual effect of the crystal ball activated and intertwining with magic power, clearly indicating he had begun divining the success probability of this idea.

Zheng Qing watched eagerly at that bluish light.

Until it gradually extinguished.

"How’s it?" The young teaching assistant eagerly asked.

"Hmm, hard to say." Xiao Xiao’s voice carried some puzzlement and perplexity: "According to the divination, this way is entirely feasible... But the divination conclusion also shows this way is infeasible... Very contradictory... This isn’t me being vague, it really simultaneously shows both possibilities!"

"Perhaps if we follow the divination, it’ll work; if not, it won’t." Fat Wizard rubbed his hands, looking eager to try: "Just like the cat from Schrodinger’s family."

"Let’s do this." Zheng Qing was determined for once.

Might as well try, he had no other choice.

Next day, Friday.

Afternoon, practice class.

"... As the most powerful type of curse, Thunder Curse demands extra attention to protection during practice; everyone must not slack off during initial practice, keep a close eye on the opponent’s gaze to gauge the direction of the lightning attack!"

Hilda traversed between rows of opponents, tirelessly stressing the key points of this confrontation practice, finally, standing at the end of the line, she clapped her hands: "Now, begin the practice!"

Zheng Qing’s opponent was Xin Fat Man.

He took a deep breath and gestured to the Fat Wizard.

"Are you sure?" The Fat Wizard mouthed silently, confirming one last time.

Zheng Qing gritted his teeth and nodded firmly.

After all, it was just lying in the school hospital for two days; he had experienced worse injuries before, nothing to worry about! With this thought, he slyly glanced at the Dragon Skin Armor beside the grass.

That was the protective gear everyone had to wear during Thunder Curse practice.

For the final effect, he was determined.

"Yin Qi Lei!"

"Cunning Thunder!"

"Brilliant Thunder Shock!"

Mixed Thunder Curses sounded all around, Zheng Qing couldn’t distinguish which one came from Xin Fat Man anymore; he could only clearly feel the weather around him suddenly turn gloomy, with booming thunder echoing near and afar.

Then he saw a spell light coming at him.

Zheng Qing gritted his teeth, refraining the urge to raise the Law Book, striving to show a confused expression.

In the next second, he felt like he collided head-on with a speedingly heavy truck, his entire being was knocked into the air, he could even clearly hear the crisp sound of ribs cracking, feeling his organs squeezed and ruptured under the impact.

Pft.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, the sound of screams and cries for help reaching his ears.

It worked.

This was the most reassuring thought the Warlock had before passing out.