Zheng Qing wasn't sure if he was the luckiest hunter.
But he was quite certain that if his classmates knew he could make a hole in a Big Wizard with ease, he wouldn't have a moment's peace for at least two months.
So he kept giving Xin Fat Man glances, signaling him to change the subject. The Fat Wizard didn't disappoint and immediately reached out to stop Tang Dun from leaning forward further.
"Monitor!"
The Fat Wizard pulled out a crumpled piece of parchment from somewhere and waved it by Tang Dun's ear, making a rustling noise: "Can you help me take a look at something? About Thursday..."
"You can't select the Thursday afternoon course, right?"
Tang Dun tilted his head, finishing Xin's unspoken sentence, then turned to look at the other two warlocks in the corner: "...Can you guys not select it either?"
Xiao Xiao finally raised his head from his notebook, adjusted his glasses, and silently nodded.
Couldn't select the course?
