Zheng Qing sighed heavily.
The downside of going against an excellent Diviner is that he can always predict your predictions, leaving you with no way out. The young scholarships student glanced at the small flowerpot and weakly put away his charm gun.
Realizing he was safe, Xin Fat Man picked up the wooden comb from the bed again and started grooming Tuan Tuan. Xiao Xiao, on the other hand, became more cautious and didn't immediately put away the amulets on the table.
"Don't worry, it's only the first day of school; I haven't gone crazy yet."
Zheng Qing muttered, dragging his heavy steps and collapsing onto his bed, mumbling: "This is killing me... I have six hours of class in the afternoon... and another three in the evening..."
Just a simple calculation like this made the warlock feel his future was bleak.
But his two roommates, hearing these complaints, became interested instead.
