Chapter 13 Time Can Measure Everything_1

Time always flies when you're busy.

Homework, classes, homework, classes -- in the blink of an eye, it was already Saturday.

The Bohemian-style long skirt that Zheng Qing bought from Green Xifang at a high price remained in its packaging bag, still un-given; the magic symbols required by Professor Emma for imitation were still incomplete, ten sheets undone; the only thing he could probably boast about was finishing nearly ten thousand words of analysis report for Old Yao's magic spell assignment with the help of Jiang Yu.

According to Xin Fat Man, with a little polish and an added proposal, these words could totally be stuffed into the school journal as a student thesis.

Zheng Qing was non-committal about such flattery. In fact, he was quite skeptical about Xin Fat Man's motive for sourcing articles everywhere.

Moreover, he had other matters to worry about.

Today was Saturday, and once again came the time for the weekly patrol.