Sometimes, silence is like the function of the leaf on Adam or Eve's lower body, which can cover up the shame. When you are speechless because you can't find a reason to defend yourself, silence can remove your shame, emptiness, and omission.
Stupidity, etc. are all quietly covered up.
But the witch's calm eyes were like two knives, peeling away Zheng Qing's embarrassment wrapped in silence, leaving his spirit naked and exposed to the air.
Make him at a loss.
Zheng Qing spent the whole afternoon in a daze. He didn't know what Professor Fu Tu Xue taught today. He didn't pay attention to what he had for dinner. If Xiao Xiao hadn't reminded him, he almost forgot that there was a Yin Fu section in the evening.
study.
Just when he was rushing down the dormitory mountain in a hurry.
A short figure stood in front of him.
"Old Yao is looking for you."
Zhu Si stood in front of the boy with his hands on his hips. Although he was short, his momentum was not weak at all.
After not seeing her for a long time, she still looked the same, almost the same as when Zheng Qing first met in the mirror world, except for the bright red spot in the center of her forehead.
Of course, it's possible that she has changed, but Zheng Qing's memory deceived him.
"Find me? Now?"
The wizard took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time. He hesitated for a moment: "——Did he say what it was about? I have a class in the evening and it's about to start..."
puff!
The crimson cursed light flashed, and the little witch instantly transformed into a tall witch with a delicate appearance and a mature aura. Only her face still vaguely retained the appearance of a few minutes ago.
"The legendary wizard came to you, and you actually used the weak excuse of 'you have to go to class' to evade?"
Zhu Si seemed not to be disturbed at all by his sudden transformation. He looked at the wizard in disbelief and shook his head: "Although I have been away from this world for a while... the most basic operating logic of the wizarding world has not changed."
Zheng Qing knew that Zhu Si was in an unstable state and would switch images from time to time. But when he saw her change from a small one to a big one, he still felt a little uncomfortable.
He subconsciously remembered what she said when he first saw her transform - sweet dreams are always awakened by a ruthless pee, but nightmares are always lingering - which fit his mood today very well.
Already.
Before he could come to his senses.
The witch stretched out her hand and made a clasping gesture, and her tone was somewhat emotional: "But a legend is a legend after all, and all your reactions are judged by the legend... Lao Yao said, you don't have much today anyway.
If you focus on studying, don’t waste your time in Yinfu Academy classes.”
She made an inviting gesture.
Although the words are correct, why does it sound so disturbing?
Zheng Qing looked around unconsciously.
"——Old Yao also said that if you stand there and twist your neck, I will tell you that the guards have been notified, so there is no need to ask them to modify the movement route."
The voice in his ear interrupted another of his excuses. After that, Zhu Si leaned forward with a curious look on his face, blinking his big eyes: "What is the guard he said? Do you have a guard? You all have one."
You have a guard? Why do you have a guard!"
A faint fruity fragrance drifted into the boy's nose as the witch approached.
He tried to lean back.
"No, no...I don't know what you are talking about."
He denied it dryly, and hurriedly walked around the witch, speeding up his pace slightly: "We are going to Lao Yao's office, right? Okay, I understand, I'll go now... I know the way, I don't need to lead the way.
Thanks!"
Zhu Si's soft whisper came from behind.
Fortunately, she didn't really follow, which made the boy feel a little relieved.
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Because today is Monday, the office building is not clean. Wizards wearing various robes come and go, with serious expressions and hurried steps. It seems that everyone is doing important things to save the world.
Different from usual days, the door of Lao Yao's office is wide open today, and the smoke floating under the ceiling can slip out unimpeded, which makes the room surprisingly refreshing.
I heard a boy come in.
Lao Yao, who was sitting behind the desk and working at his desk, waved his hand without raising his head and said concisely: "Don't close the door yet. There is another guest. Sit by yourself. If you want to drink tea, make it yourself."
Zheng Qing sat in front of the coffee table, his mind full of random thoughts - who was the other guest that Old Yao mentioned? Su Shijun? Or Jiang Yu? Although he already thought highly of himself, he was not as good as the one between young wizards and witches.
Even a small thing can disturb a busy legendary wizard to mediate!
But if Lao Yao is really allowed to be the middleman, will it give Jiang Yu a feeling of overwhelming power?
What if the other guest He was waiting for was Su Shijun?
The memory of the Black Jeweled Cat was still very clear in his mind, and the meaningful smile on the face of the owner of the Qingqiu Mansion when they parted ways in the morning was still vivid in his mind. He really didn't want to make his upset any worse.
Of course, at the same time as these thoughts flashed through his mind, he had skillfully cast seven or eight layers of soul protection magic on his body to ensure that certain thoughts that made people dig their toes into the ground would not be 'inadvertently' read.
The waiting time is always very difficult.
Just when Zheng Qing felt his butt hurt from sitting, a lazy voice sounded outside the door.
"Old man Yao! Why are you looking for me so late at night? I have to make it clear to you that we are now a well-established and well-established cat. If you work overtime at night, you will have to pay overtime..."
Before he finished speaking, a huge black cat appeared at the door of the office.
Then the voice that said ‘overtime pay’ suddenly stopped.
The black cat raised one of its front paws at the door and refused to let it go. Its reddish eyes were wandering between Lao Yao and Zheng Qing, with an unpredictable expression.
"Thirteen is here?"
The dean of Jiuyou College finally raised his head, glanced at the black cat lingering at the door, and waved: "Don't block the door, come in, come in... close the door by the way."
After hearing such a straightforward instruction, the black cat did not turn around and leave. He snorted and slowly squeezed into the office. He flicked his long and thick tail behind him and gently closed the door.
Then he squatted across the coffee table opposite Zheng Qing, raised his head and looked at the boy through his nostrils.
It is Zheng Qing’s shadow cat.
Of course, it seems like it should be called ‘Cat Thirteen’ now.
Fortunately it was not those two witches.
Zheng Qing felt relieved at first, and then felt a little confused - why did Lao Yao call Shadow Cat with him? Could it be that Shadow Cat was also in trouble?
The little green dragon hanging on the boy's ear raised his head slightly, opened a pair of red and blue eyes, spat out a message, and looked at the big black cat opposite the coffee table with interest.
The shadow cat didn't recognize this little thing, but it made him feel uncomfortable staring at him, and he subconsciously clamped his tail.