Before lunch.
When Zheng Qing arrived at the Jiuyou Academy Dean's Office, he didn't see Jiang Yu.
Old Yao was sitting behind his large desk, dealing with a thick stack of documents in front of him. Several bright red feather pens were dancing around him like lively little sprites.
"Hmm, you came just in time, Jiang Yu just left." Old Yao chuckled without looking up.
Not good at all.
Zheng Qing tugged at the corner of his mouth, not understanding what the old man was so amused about.
Of course, as this thought crossed his mind, he habitually cast a few soul-protecting spells on himself to prevent the legendary wizard across from him from 'unintentionally' hearing his grumbles—though, if the old man behind the desk were to deliberately eavesdrop on his thoughts, Zheng Qing knew he couldn't stop it, except to hope that the other's shallow sense of morality and lack of curiosity about the world would hold.
"I called you here today to remind you about the graduation thesis."
