The moon on the eighth day is already half full.
The gentle, white moonlight outlines clear contours in the campus. Without even looking up, Zheng Qing can distinguish which shadow belongs to the sycamore tree on the edge of the courtyard, which shadow belongs to the old locust tree at the entrance of the back garden, and which shadow is of the squirrel playing dead while holding the chestnuts saved from winter, warily watching him as he slowly passes by.
If Zheng Qing were a cat right now, he would surely be very interested in chasing that squirrel around half of the campus.
But he is still a person now.
As a person, one must have some human demeanor, especially now that he is an official teaching assistant, a legitimate 'member with official assistant team benefits' employee at the First University, he should particularly not show his former frivolousness.
Thinking of this, the young wizard subconsciously lifted his chin and walked even more uprightly.
