After hesitating for a moment, he finally had the doctor draft a very hasty Silence Contract.
"It's not that I don't trust you,"
While the other three pinched their noses to sign, the young scholarship student seemed apologetic but remained resolute: "It's just in case, to remind you before you accidentally slip up..."
"So you're making us lose control whenever we mention that name?" The Fat Wizard rolled his eyes, disgruntled, yet his curiosity drove him to sign his name on the parchment.
"It's not losing control, just generates an extremely strong urge to use the restroom." Zheng Qing corrected very seriously—if they really lost control in public, it would be way too embarrassing. Even if the Fat Man was willing to sign, the other two wouldn't.
"Did you consider that I'm taking 'Introduction to Mysticism' this semester, and there's a good chance it will mention this term?" Zhang Ji Xin carelessly signed his name, then belatedly realized.
This genuinely surprised Zheng Qing.
