Perhaps it was because Jiang Hua's attitude was too serious when he said those words.
Perhaps the bulging muscles of the Blue robe reminded Zheng Qing of some bad memories.
Or perhaps the news revealed in the letter he glimpsed was just too appalling.
In any case, Zheng Qing remained invisible until lunchtime. He even went through toxicology tests on the buns and thin porridge he bought from the cafeteria without tiring.
The young cost student seemed to return to the days around last year's Halloween, seeing everyone with flickering eyes and malicious intentions, as if aiming to harm him.
Paranoia is an illness.
And it is incurable.
Only time can slightly alleviate these symptoms.
When Xin Fat Man and Xiao Xiao returned to the dormitory, Zheng Qing was on the balcony feeding some passing sparrows. The invisibility talisman would still last a few more minutes, so he was too lazy to take it off. Coincidentally, he overheard some gossip he had missed.
