Zheng Qing wrapped up his fourth teaching assistant session in a daze.
He couldn't remember what he talked about during the class or how it ended.
All he recalled was the strange flicker in his peers' eyes when they looked at him from below the podium—an eerie green, as if a pack of hungry wolves had spotted a cream puff, or like clear lakes reflecting back at his own ghastly green face.
Every second on the podium felt like standing on a pile of dynamite with lit fuses, anxious that the new transfer student might unreservedly blurt out "I want to give you a colt" amidst a roomful of spectators.
Thankfully, the worst-case scenario never materialized.
Luna Huisu stood obediently at the back of the classroom near the Half-Giants, not uttering a word the entire lesson.
As soon as the class ended, Zheng Qing fled the classroom in a hurry, not even leaving a homework assignment, and dawdled until midnight before returning to the dormitory.
As expected, nobody was asleep.
