On Tuesday evening, many people did not sleep well.
Especially Zheng Qing.
Even though it was confirmed that there was no significant harm to his body, the elder wizards of the project group still left that transparent glass coffin in the 403 dormitory, only dismantling the exquisite brass chair. The constant noise made him unable to sleep for half the night. In contrast, his two companions outside the Barrier in the same dormitory could sleep peacefully, with only slight light pollution, easily mitigated by pulling up a curtain.
"This thing is just in case."
Before Professor Montreya left the dormitory, he pointed at the transparent coffin and seriously reminded Zheng Qing: "--If you feel unwell, there's no need to notify us, just pull off the lid and lie inside. The school will handle the rest."
Zheng Qing looked at the coffin with the gently undulating green liquid inside, feeling reluctant.
