Although in the library, Zheng Qing could still remain calm, chatting and laughing, and calm when faced with the 'threats' from his two companions, but when he was alone in private, he couldn't help but become worried.
The good news is that this is not the first time he has faced death threats since entering the wizarding world. He can use his rich experience to meet the upcoming challenges. Moreover, with Su Shijun by his side, he does not need to really worry about someone being unwise.
To the extent that he just slapped himself on the sap at the dance party.
According to Xiao Xiao, ‘The worst has already happened... things can’t be worse’.
What the doctor is talking about is probably the period immediately after the Daily Bugle article came out - the crazy howling letters, the rows of nightmare dolls losing their heads, the Halloween bonfire parade, and the sap in the dead of night,
Wait - maybe in Xiao Xiao's opinion, that is the worst situation.
Zheng Qing had reservations about this statement.
What's more, in this world, there are many ways to embarrass a person - from powerful laxatives, to stepping on a puddle of dog poop with every step, to a group of colorful children rushing out to hug his legs and calling him daddy.
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When he thought of the scene where a pony with golden horse mane might be kicking up to him at the dance scene and calling him "Dad" with tears in his eyes, the young public-funded student felt like he was exploding on the spot.
This strong uneasiness did not get any relief even after turning into a black cat.
Su Shijun, who tutored him on the 'Rule of Chatting at the Moonlight Dance Party' in the evening, easily captured this emotion from the black cat's low and swaying tail and its ears that trembled from time to time.
She put down an oil painting that she had been explaining for a long time and raised her eyebrows with a somewhat displeased expression:
"There are only three nights left before the dance starts. If you think this half-hearted attitude can cope with those white robes at the dance, you don't need to come to Qingqiu Mansion."
The black cat tightened its tail and immediately corrected its attitude.
"No...I didn't..."
After muttering two words without confidence, it weighed the heavy burden in its heart, gritted its teeth, and directed all the terrible guesses in its mind to the witch in front of it.
Su Shijun folded his arms and listened with great interest.
"That is to say," she concluded at last: "Are you worried about stepping on a piece of dog poop while walking to the dance, or don't want to have a little pony hugging your legs and calling daddy in front of everyone?...You have
Is this idea that there really is a foal out there?"
The black cat nodded first, then his ears perked up and he began to shake his head wildly.
"That's just a feeling! Intuition! I mean, I feel like someone is causing trouble!" It was quite annoyed and shouted at the top of its voice: "How could I possibly talk to a centaur...that thing...it's completely impossible!"
In fact, the black cat wanted to emphasize that even Poseidon was an accident, and that he was still an innocent person until now, but considering the special status of the witch in front of him, he wisely swallowed these nonsense.
Seeing the angry look on the black cat's face, the owner of Qingqiu Mansion laughed so hard.
"Just kidding, just kidding."
The witch waved her hand, adjusted the crooked glasses on her face, then cleared her throat and turned back into the dignified member of the Moon Parliament: "Theoretically, the wizard's intuition involves some ancient and powerful magical concepts.
There are subtle connections with concepts such as fate, divination, cause and effect, the future, etc... But conversely, the reason why these connections are 'subtle' is that they are not conclusive and reliable. Most of the time, intuition is just a reflection.
A derivative of "A Dream at Night", it can bring nothing but trouble."
The brief words of comfort—especially these words coming from a great wizard—immediately gave the young public-sponsored student great courage and allowed him to temporarily stabilize his mood.
The witch's lips curled up slightly.
"So, instead of thinking wildly, it's better to focus more on the present." She took out another painting and placed it in front of the black cat: "You have to try to accept reality... Accepting the existence of problems is the first step to solving all problems.
One step. And your biggest problem right now is your 'not adapting' to Yuexia's rules."
The black cat squatting on the desk glanced at the famous painter's work and twisted his butt with some discomfort.
"I have accepted reality!"
It tugged at its beard and argued in a rough voice: "Acceptance in all dimensions...the physical level, the spiritual level, the shadow level, the emotional level, the magical level, the occult level, and the Alpha-Beta level..."
"Wait, I can barely understand the rest," the owner of Qingqiu Mansion frowned cutely, raised his hands to his ears, put his index finger and middle finger together, and made a tick in mid-air, two very cute
Quotes: "But that last one...what is the 'alpha-beta level'?"
"The acceptance level that is in line with public expectations is called beta level acceptance; the acceptance level that exceeds public expectations is called alpha acceptance." Black Cat explained in a serious manner: "Alpha-beta level, that is to say, I have met your expectations.
The level of acceptance is also higher than your expected level of acceptance... In short, I have long accepted these damn facts that this world has arranged for me."
"The damn truth?" the witch narrowed her eyes.
Bad.
That's silly.
The black cat tugged his ears to both sides, trying hard to move the few grooves in his skull, trying to find a nicer explanation for his momentary gaffe.
But the witch in front of her didn't give it more time.
"No one forces you to accept something you don't want to accept."
With a straight face, she tapped the oil painting with her slender index finger: "If you feel that you are being forced even a little bit, turn around and leave now. I still have time to find a new dance partner."
The black cat has a frown and a frown, but its butt is as stable as a rock.
A smile flashed in the corner of the witch's eyes.
"Since you don't plan to leave, let's get back to business,"
Her fingertips slid over the oil painting in front of her, and she summarized what she had taught before: "...talking about art is the most common topic among the nobles under the moon, and has the widest participation. Some people have said, 'People are obsessed with art.
, because art is the only trace we leave in this world...it has gone through the same history as us, and tells the most real joys and sorrows' - write this sentence down! If someone talks about it at the dance
This kind of snake oil nonsense is very useful when you have nothing to say!"
The black cat twitched its tail, rolled up a quill, and quickly recorded Su Shijun's words on a piece of parchment spread out beside him.
The witch nodded with satisfaction: "...I have just shown you how to analyze a work of art. Now, interpret this painting yourself. Remember, interaction is the core of everything. You must not only interact with the work, but also with the author.
Interact and emotionally interact with other people.”