Saturday.
Originally it should have been a happy day.
No professors endlessly nagging, no need to shuttle between classrooms, sleep until you naturally wake up, combine breakfast and lunch together, throw your textbooks as far as you want.
But for Zheng Qing, all this beauty is yesterday's intoxication, with faint sadness being the taste of today.
Simply because he still has class today, and it's five classes augmented with time conversion. Two in the morning, 'Laws and regulations nine chapters' and 'Imperial Decree Studies', two in the afternoon, 'Introduction to Dimension Theory' and 'Convergence Principle', and one at night, 'Abus Duo Conjecture', totaling fifteen hours, fair and square.
Some of these classes, just a glance at the names makes one's head swell.
Plus the bad news brought back from attending the Seven Sins meeting last night.
