Sunday afternoon.
Inside a classroom practicing magic.
When Zheng Qing once again found himself bound by the Binding Spell, dangling four-legged from the ceiling, Xiao Xiao, his sparring partner, couldn't resist and finally took off his glasses.
"Although I know your practical grades in the Curse Course are great, you can't be so perfunctory." The short warlock wiped the frame with a clean velvet cloth, frowned, and looked at the young public student struggling to break free from the vine bindings, "With this attitude, I doubt if you'll pass the practical exam in the Curse Course tomorrow."
The young public student sighed heavily.
"Pass or not..." he muttered, subconsciously glancing at the Diviner of Absolution, hesitating to speak, stopping thrice, finally irritating Doctor Xiao.
"If you have something to say, just spit it out!"
