Su Shijun didn't spend long time thinking about him.
But in just over ten seconds, Zheng Qing felt a strong sense of weightlessness as he walked on the road, suddenly stepped on the air and fell off the cliff, and it was like he was plunging into the bottomless deep sea. The cold and dark feeling came to his face, instantly submerging him.
The young public student's expression was stiff, and his awkward toes were snatching his shoes. For the first time in his life, he was so eager to master some advanced magic that he could instantly dissolve into the air and disappear.
A few minutes ago, he and Su Shijun were talking about jealous and heart-wrenching topics such as "child", "dad", and "male owner". A few minutes later, she grabbed a green paper crane.
This made the young public student feel a ridiculous illusion that he was caught in bed.
"very good."
The owner of Qingqiu Mansion unexpectedly praised the boy once, with a mysterious expression: "In the council under the moon, revealing emotions means weakness. People prefer wizards who keep calm enough at any time and anywhere, which will make them feel at ease. Your expression is very good and worthy of praise."
Zheng Qing wanted to make a smile, but he suspected that the cells on his face had been scared and had lost the ability to regulate facial muscles.
"But," the witch's eyes moved back to the letter paper, repeating a certain keyword in a very conclusive tone: "...send flowers?"
The witch finally felt that some cells in her tongue and mouth had regained a little vitality: "Ah...ha, haha... there were a lot of things recently... I almost forgot."
"You send flowers to other girls? On Valentine's Day? Do you still remember the memorandum?"
"Friends, good friends... Xiao Xiao told me that adults should be so polite." Zheng Qing threw a big pot on the doctor without hesitation, and at the same time tried to change the topic: "I'm not even sure whether to use magic to create a bouquet of flowers or buy a bouquet of flowers... Is there a place to sell flowers in Beta Town?"
"You can pick a bunch of them in the yard. The small garden of Qingqiu Mansion is the best in the entire town of Beta." The witch suggested calmly: "But don't pick Su Ya's seven-colored flowers... or she will curse you."
Zheng Qing suspected that someone else wanted to curse him.
"May I?"
The witch showed a trace of false surprise on her face, and her voice was so distorted that he could feel ashamed of hearing: "What flowers do you think I should pick?"
"You ask me to help you choose flowers for other witches?" The last smile on the face of the mansion owner disappeared, staring at the male witch with a blank expression, as if thinking about whether his brain was sucked up by monsters during the winter vacation hunting mission: "I really believe you have eaten the crows' beans now."
For a second, a trace of extremely subtle surprise arose in Zheng Qing's heart, feeling that he had finally found a guy who could take the blame, but immediately, he realized that when the paper crane was born, he had not eaten the copper bean, and the target of squeezing the blame was like a soap bubble in the sun, shattering the bang.
At the same time, the witch's previous rhetorical question made him feel very familiar.
This is a damn, a strong sense of déjà vu.
In just a moment, he suddenly remembered the scene of asking a witch to pick a skirt for another witch a long time ago, but compared to that time, the situation now is completely different.
"Oh, no, no."
After realizing it, the wizard finally realized what stupid things he had done and immediately found a solution: "I mean, I won't bother you anymore, I can solve it myself... Huh..."
The young wizard let out a heavy sigh and gave up and continued to struggle.
Since ancient times, routines have been unreliable, only sincerity has won people's hearts.
It is very unwise to hide and stammer in front of a great wizard. The so-called "eye is like a torch" is definitely not just an adjective for a great wizard. Zheng Qing does not feel that with Su Shijun's intelligence and keenness, he cannot guess what the truth is.
Be honest, maybe you can still keep a whole body.
The witch thought sadly and quietly glanced at the witch behind the table. At this moment, she was holding a porcelain cup in her hand, lowering her head and siping the warm milk inside. The light green letter paper was lying on the wide desk. The folds on the letter paper were twisting hard, as if she wanted to turn back into the appearance of a paper crane.
He swallowed, whispered in a low voice, but said seriously: "I mean, I wish I could say that she and I were just ordinary friends, or that I was not as bad as you thought... but that would make me look more hypocritical. You are very good, really. If you want to beat me up, I can understand it."
Su Shijun put down the porcelain cup and looked at the boy with intriguing eyes.
"I didn't expect that I could get a 'good person card' in my lifetime," she said in a faint tone, and reached out to pick up the green letter paper on the table and bounced it: "... Even if I tell you this kind of thing, no one would believe it."
Zheng Qing's eyes twitched slightly, remembering the night when he was knocked and sneered.
I suddenly felt that I was extremely guilty.
However, the next sentence of the witch made him look up in shock.
"As for beating you, that's not enough." Su Shijun lowered his eyelids and said lightly: "One, you are a little boy, but you can't do anything to ruin the Qingqiu Menfeng; and domestic violence is a violation of the "Witcher Code". I am the great wizard of the alliance, and the MP of the Yuexia Council should set an example... You don't want Dongdong to lose his father at a young age... Well, if you beat you, how can you not give flowers?"
cannot.
Zheng Qing looked back with no confidence, but did not dare to say these two words.
He didn't know whether the courage suddenly arose at this moment was because the witch had just used bad words like "Little Chicken", or whether she mentioned the words "Poseidon" and "domestic violence". She always felt that the dialogue and atmosphere in the room were particularly strange at this moment.
Twist.
A few knocks on the door sounded outside the door, interrupting the strange atmosphere.
Zheng Qing suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and felt like he was floating after diving from the deep sea. Su Shijun knocked on the table, and the door of the study opened silently. The maid from Qingqiu Mansion stood outside the door and saluted the two people in the room, and then walked in quietly.
"Three specialists from the Wu League Investigation Bureau came outside the door, claiming that there are some topics related to the security of the alliance that need to be communicated with Young Master Zheng Qing." The maid's chief reported in a concise manner.
Zheng Qing was in a daze and realized that the Wu League Investigation Bureau was the official name of the Three Fork Sword. He hadn't heard of it for a long time, so he didn't think of this term at the first time.
But what do the Three-fork Sword look for yourself?
"Three-pointed Sword?" Su Shijun asked him out of his doubts. She tortured the letter paper in her hand, frowned slightly: "What are these guys doing in the morning... Did they say what exactly?"
Although they are in the alliance, the relationship between the Three Fork Sword and the Moon Underworld Council has always been relatively subtle, and the two sides rarely have private contact on weekdays.
"'Nothing to say, Miss', this is their answer." The maid conveyed the meaning of the black robes outside the door very completely and seriously.
Su Shijun wrapped the letter paper folded into thin strips on her fingers - it seemed that she didn't plan to return it to the male witch. Of course, Zheng Qing didn't have the courage to get it back - turned to look at the male witch, with a little teasing tone: "Can the three-pointed sword block the door of Qingqiu Mansion... What else are you doing except killing a great wizard during this winter vacation?"