"It's okay, my teeth are fine... Well, my nose hurts a little."
"No big problem, sorry, very sorry... I've caused trouble for everyone because of a temporary mistake!"
With the help of several classmates, Matthew Karen struggled to get up from the door in a mess, covering his nose, and bright red blood spilled out between his fingers. Even so, he did not forget to salute and apologize to the surroundings.
Zheng Qing had been put down from the ceiling by Jiang Yu.
Li Meng's fussy voice came from his ears: "...This is the first time I have seen vampires shed so much blood! Can't they control their blood? Why don't they just suck blood back? It's like sniffling."
As she said that, she sniffed hard as a demonstration.
"Li Meng!" Jiang Yu glanced at her with a stern expression.
Fat Xin, who had just jumped over from the back of the classroom, explained enthusiastically: "What the blood clan can control is the blood in other people's bodies... Just like normal, you cannot step on your left foot and go up to the sky, or lift yourself up with your hair. Generally speaking, it is difficult for the blood clan to control your blood freely."
Not far away.
Behind the classroom door.
The simple drawing of the villain's hoarse roar was resounding throughout the classroom: "... Take these sticky things away from my world! You are not ruining your own world enough, and you still want to ruin my world?... Vulgar! Domineering! Lawless! No sense of honor as a student of the first university!..."
Zheng Qing looked carefully and saw obvious wrinkles appearing on the side of the white paper where the villain was hiding, and a few drops of sticky blood were added to the paper.
"What happened?"
"What sound?"
"Who throws the explosion talisman in the classroom?"
Many students who had just come to their senses left their seats and rushed to the front row of the classroom, as if a nest of frightened chicks were chirping sharply.
Without asking others, Zheng Qing just pricked up his ears and quickly figured out the whole story.
Matthew Karen seemed to have just demonstrated a new magic in front of Duan Xiaojian - it is said that Duke Milton, his cousin who served as a member of the Moon Council, developed not long ago - and then accidentally, the spell lost control and turned the spellcaster into a cannonball.
"Fortunately, Matthew controlled the magic power of the spell, otherwise it would have been a problem of bleeding from the nose." A classmate next to him sighed a little.
"Is that a little nosebleed? His nose was broken!" Another witch showed a worried expression.
"It's better to just break a nose than to lie in the school hospital in the second week of school... Do you think this is the Starry Sky Cube, and we are those rough blue robes?"
"After that being said, Jiang Yu's binding spell was so beautiful!"
“Fast, accurate, agile!”
"If she hadn't had her quick eyes and quick hands, it would have been two people who had bleeding noses now..."
Zheng Qingxin looked at Matthew Karen, who looked a little paler than usual, walking past him. I wonder if it was an illusion, but he felt that Matthew's eyes looked at him were a little complicated.
Of course, this subtle feeling just flashed away, and for him, this unexpected little episode was not that bad.
The huge impact not only easily grabbed the attention of everyone in the class, allowing everyone to ignore the 'sheep oil' and 'flower intestines' that Li Meng had called before, but also gave him the opportunity to chat with Li Meng about what happened last night while Jiang Yu was dealing with the 'aftermath'.
"When did your cousin go back yesterday?"
"Go back? Where to go!" Li Meng looked at Matthew's back gradually moving away, a little absent-minded. Zheng Qing suspected that she wanted to take the opportunity to steal a few drops of vampire blood for an experiment.
But with Downton and Jiang Yu present, no one in the classroom could catch fish in troubled waters.
"I heard that last night... she was resting in Qingqiu Mansion... Do you know this?" Zheng Qing tried his best to use vague language to prevent Li Meng from discovering that she was related to this matter.
"How do you know that we were resting in Qingqiu Mansion last night!" The little witch's eyes suddenly became sharp and she stared at Zheng Qing, with a bad tone: "Are you following us?"
Who will follow you!
Zheng Qing complained in his heart while keenly capturing a detail: "You mean, you also went to Qingqiu Mansion to rest last night? Did Congressman Su invite you to?"
"That's right."
Hearing the words "Invitation from Member Su", Li Meng was obviously very helpful and her face was a little reserved: "Although there was no invitation letter, Su Ya said at that time that it was Member Su who spoke in person... This is not an invitation, what is an invitation?"
"Then what?"
"Then?" Li Meng casually fiddled with the textbook in front of her and tried hard to control the smile on her face: "Then Councillor Su invited me to drink hot goat milk, prepared a beautiful nightgown for me, and also hugged Bosedong and told me a story, saying that a witch was lost when she walked on the street at night..."
Zheng Qing didn't have time to listen to the story Su Shijun told the little witch.
"Where is your cousin?" He interrupted Li Meng directly and asked concisely: "Did she sleep peacefully last night?"
"It's not the first time she's sleeping in Qingqiu Mansion. What's the steadfast?" Li Meng suddenly showed an angry expression on her face: "My cousin has never told me that she spent the winter vacation in Qingqiu Mansion. If Su Ya hadn't told me..."
A deafening voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the little witch's complaint.
"I will never tell you that Lao Yao is about to enter the classroom!"
The simple drawing behind the door, the villain yelled at someone angrily, and continued to curse: "...You put blood on my paper today, and I don't know what to apply tomorrow! Is the ink spit out by the king's squid?"
For the latter suggestion, there are not many people in the class who are interested. After all, the king squid often lives in the deep sea, and its ink is not a cheap product. If you really want to toss it, it is easier and cheaper to apply a little fishman's manure than to waste expensive squid ink.
However, the simple stroke of the villain's previous sentence had an immediate effect.
The chaos and noise in the classroom were quickly calming down at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When Lao Yao pushed the door open and entered.
The order in the class has returned to normal, and everyone is sitting in their own position in a regular manner. Even Matthew Karen's face is a little pale, there is no sign of injury on the surface.
Only the simple drawing behind the door was still muttering something, but the sound was a little vague and it was hard to hear. Moreover, after Lao Yao entered the door, its sound became smaller and lighter, until it disappeared completely.
Zheng Qing was not sure whether this discipline in the classroom was due to respect for the teacher, awe of the legendary wizard, or a fear of another identity in Lao Yao's rumor.
But he knew that every time Lao Yao's dark and smiling little eyes swept across the classroom, everyone would know what they should do.