Sunday, the next day.
After waking up in the morning, Zheng Qing didn't feel any sense of weekend leisure, just felt groggy and his head somewhat heavy — whether it was because of playing too much at the Cat Fruit Tree last night — but he felt it was more likely that his head was filled with too many bothersome things.
Su Shijun, Jiang Yu, the overcrowded D&K, Mouse People, assignments, clubs, hunting team, and the impending school hunting party selection.
Because he was always somewhat absent-minded, he forgot to fasten the cufflinks while dressing, not realizing it until Dylan's dressing mirror loudly reminded him, bringing the boy back to reality.
"Sloppy!"
The sculpted face on the dressing mirror twisted, speaking sternly: "No witch would like a sloppy warlock! This is advice from someone with experience!"
"Do mirrors have a past?" The young cost student sniffed, muttering.
