Monday night.
Zheng Qing finished his Time Conversion class and dragged his exhausted body back to the dormitory.
He had just visited the teaching assistant's office to pick up a batch of new fish skin paper and talisman boards, which were necessary materials for completing this week's 'Small Hands Task'. Next, before going to sleep, he still needed to convert for another three hours to complete today's task of etching rune paper.
Including the two classes during the day, Zheng Qing had to convert for nine hours every day.
In other words, he lived nine hours more than others each day.
It sounded like a good thing.
But Zheng Qing found it hard to describe this state as either good or bad.
He could only confirm this: the longer he lived, the harder it was, and this way of living was also self-imposed. With this semi-masochistic mentality, he pushed open the dormitory door and was immediately overwhelmed by a gigantic figure that almost covered the ceiling.
