This year's Quanke comes begins on May 13th.
Coincidentally, it's a Thursday.
This made Zheng Qing, who had five classes in one day, quite distressed for a while.
Fortunately, as in previous years, the Aquatic folk still scheduled the market opening in the evening, eliminating the trouble of Zheng Qing having to request leave. Because the Quanke invitation is not subject to the school's curfew, Zheng Qing didn't rush into the market early with the first crowd as he did last year, but instead waited until his evening class ended before leaving the campus.
The evening class ends at nine o'clock.
When he arrived at Visitors' Bay, it was close to a quarter past nine, and his invitation's companions were huddled at the decayed end of the bay by a withered oak tree, staring blankly, as if they had turned into withered wood themselves.
Seeing Zheng Qing come, the withered wood shifted their gaze.
"I've already told you, my class ends at nine o'clock..."
