After lunch.
Zheng Qing led the well-fed little black sheep—and together with the Fat Wizard—left the cafeteria.
"Are you planning to take it back to the dormitory or give it to Lin Guo?"
Xin picked his teeth and glanced at the little sheep trailing behind them, clicking his tongue, "If you want to bring it back to the dormitory, you'll have to inform Grandpa Niwu beforehand... he usually doesn't let animals in there."
Zheng Qing rolled his eyes.
"Am I crazy?"
He grumbled as he shook the thin rope in his hand, "It's a teaching tool. Why would I take it back... we don't have the right to give it to anyone... it's smelly and attracts fleas! I'm returning it to the School Works Committee."
Baa!
The little sheep wriggled its cheeks, happily bleating with a silly expression.
"Alright, then... do you need me to go with you?"
The Fat Wizard, chewing on a toothpick, glanced nonchalantly behind them, subtly reminding, "…that guy has been watching you for a while."
