Zheng Qing watched Jiang Yu's figure disappear at the end of the dining table and let out a sigh of relief.
Then look back.
I was immediately shocked.
What caught his eye were gorgeous hats close at hand.
The top hats worn by the witches are covered with flowers, repeating the process of "germination-budding-blooming" in the hazy light. Some witches have orioles, larks or thrushes standing on the brim of their hats, stretching their necks.
Son, singing a sweet and melodious song.
"Hi~!"
"Good evening, classmate Zheng Qing... Or do you prefer to be called teacher?"
One on the left and one on the right, two unfamiliar witches greeted him almost at the same time. The witch on the left had darker skin, hair between blond and white, and scorching eyes; the witch on the right had black hair and looked heroic.
, looks very strong, but what he says is a bit ridiculing.
"Oh...hello, hello...good evening."
Zheng Qing's eyes slid over the six or seven witches from left to right. While he was surprised that they greeted him, he tried his best to control his eyes not to fall on rude places: "No need to call me teacher... call me Zheng
Just clear it.”
Then he glanced uneasily in the direction where Jiang Yu disappeared, and secretly prayed that she would come back soon.
"Good evening, Vivian."
The black-haired witch didn't seem to notice the wizard's embarrassment and had no intention of introducing herself. She directly greeted the pink-robed witch standing on the other side of Zheng Qing.
Zheng Qing noticed that Vivian had an expression on her face as if she had eaten shit.
"Good evening, Betsy."
The pink-robed witch who knew who the guy opposite was was forced out a smile, raised the fruit wine in her hand, her eyes fell on the red-haired witch next to Bettaxi, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Good evening, Jessica
……Nice to meet you."
"Me, me too, Weiwei..." Feeling the wizard's eyes falling on her, the red-haired witch's face immediately turned as red as her hair, she murmured, and looked like she might faint at any moment.
Zheng Qing looked puzzled.
"Jessica is not very social."
Another witch with a slightly darker complexion observed the words and interrupted at the right time. At the same time, she put a glass of light red fruit wine into Zheng Qing's hand: "... try this, the cherry wine produced in Louise's manor is very good."
She pointed at the shorter witch next to her.
"Louise Cody, it's nice to meet you." The short witch clinked the cup with Zheng Qing nervously. Her skin was pale, her pupils were dark green, and her conversation was very natural, giving people a sense of calm and generous.
She was also the only one among the few who took the initiative to introduce her name.
Vivian stared at the glass of cherry wine in Zheng Qing's hand, blinked her eyes, and glanced at Barash who was as if nothing had happened - Oh, this little bitch knows how to use every opportunity!
"Thanks."
Zheng Qing raised his wine glass and clinked it politely with the dark-skinned witch, and took a sip: "It tastes really good... Are you also a student of First University?"
He felt that the other person was unfamiliar.
"She is Barash Sasan, a third-year student at Atlas College. She is now the director of the ethics review committee of the school newspaper." Vivian moved closer to Zheng Qing, as if she wanted to seize the space after Jiang Yu left.
He stretched out his arms and joked: "...I think with your current situation, it is very necessary to have a good relationship with her."
Zheng Qing turned around calmly, lightly touched the wine glass in his hand to the pink-robed witch, and then immediately turned back.
"Oh? Barash Sasan...I know you!"
He emphasized in a slightly exaggerated tone and raised the cup in his hand to Barash: "Fat Xin... I mean, do you know Xin Banner Schmidt-Bayer? He mentioned it to me
Yes, you lent him a flying carpet during the freshman hunting party, which helped us a lot. I always thought..."
Zheng Qing's voice stopped abruptly.
Because he just remembered that he had always thought that Balash was a wizard. But it was definitely not appropriate to express such a guess now.
"What did you always think?"
Bettaxi stepped forward, took Vivian's arm, gently but firmly dragged her away from Zheng Qing, and said with a smile: "Do you think Sasan and Xin are boyfriend and girlfriend?"
Barash narrowed his eyes.
Zheng Qing smiled awkwardly and made no excuse.
Balash raised his hand and touched the singing thrush standing on the brim of her hat, with a relaxed expression: "Don't be so harsh, I have dealt with Xin a lot, and I usually call him Fatty Xin. You can call me Sister Sasan like him.
...Also, as far as I know, Fatty Xin is currently in a relationship with Linda Barnes...Are you a little cold? I happened to have prepared a shawl."
Before she finished speaking, a touch of orange gauze jumped out from her sleeves and gently rested on Bettasie Black's shoulders. It slid across her neck like a snake, covering her towering breasts.
While Barash was speaking, Bettasi Black, who was standing in front of Zheng Qing, was adjusting the angle of her collar very naturally, causing the only wizard present to look at her.
The appearance of Qingsha made Zheng Qing cough slightly in embarrassment.
"Did you enjoy the dance tonight?"
Louise Cody did not let the awkward atmosphere spread. She changed the topic lightly and looked at Zheng Qing with her head half raised. Compared with several other competitors with strong personalities, she chose
A completely different path. The biggest advantage of a witch like her with a low background is that she can lower her figure and not imitate the behavior of those high-class witches, but try to show her docile posture as much as possible.
Many wizards who have been in contact with aristocratic witches for a long time like this tune.
Balash looked at his dance partner, whose expression was very different from usual. The smile on his face did not diminish, but the eyes he looked at Louise seemed a bit colder.
"I like it, I like it very much."
Zheng Qing raised the fruit wine in his hand against his will, feeling that the muscles on his face were a little sore from the stiff smile, and he just wanted to escape from this suffocating place as soon as possible.
"I heard that you attended the moon dance last Christmas?"
The witch standing with Vivian took advantage of the situation. She crossed her arms on her chest as if praying, with admiration on her face: "...Then you should be good at dancing, right?"
Louise glanced at Anna Wintour, who was similar in size to herself, with some annoyance - there was nothing more frustrating than having her own prelude cut off by someone else.
But reality is like this.
Among a group of witches with flexible minds and superb methods, if the pace is slightly slower, others will take the lead.
Zheng Qing finally managed to stay somewhat awake.
"I'm really sorry," he nodded awkwardly but politely, with regret on his face: "Actually, I'm not very good at dancing... I have to be led to dances by others."
(End of chapter)
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