The anger value not only has a distance limit but also a time limit.
While hurriedly making his way to the teaching building, this conclusion suddenly emerged in Zheng Qing's mind.
If Xiao Xiao and Xin were still in the dorm, there would inevitably be a chaotic mess, with cat fur and yellow talismans flying everywhere. But because the distance between them was widened, the bit of anger Zheng Qing had accumulated in the washroom wasn't enough to sustain even a small flame for long. Each second, the conversations of passersby inevitably distracted him, dissipating some of his stored anger.
Until he reached the classroom door.
Zheng Qing's concern for his personal safety had already surpassed his intent to murder his two roommates.
"I feel like someone sneaked into the classroom, but I can't see them." The stick figure behind the door grumbled, shading its eyes with its hand, hopping left and right on the small piece of white paper, trying to find the sneaky character.
