Zheng Qing watched Jiang Yu disappear at the end of the dining table and let out a sigh of relief.
Then turn around.
I was immediately shocked.
What caught his eye was a gorgeous hat that was so close to him.
The top hats worn by the witches were covered with flowers, and the process of "sprouting-blooming-blooming" was repeated in the hazy light. Several witches also had orioles, larks or thrushes standing on the brim of their hats, stretching their necks and singing melodious songs.
“Hi~!”
"Good evening, Zheng Qing...or, do you prefer to be called a teacher?"
One left and one right, two slightly strange witches greeted him almost at the same time. The witch on the left was slightly darker in skin, her hair was between golden and white, and her eyes were burning; the witch on the right had black hair, her appearance was heroic, and she looked very strong, but her words were a bit ridiculous.
"Oh...Hello, hello...good evening."
Zheng Qing's eyes slid from left to right, slid across the six or seven witches in turn. While surprised that they greeted him, he tried his best to control his sights to not fall into rude places: "Don't call me teacher... just call me Zheng Qing."
Then he looked at Jiang Yu's disappearance with some anxiety and secretly prayed that she would come back soon.
"Good evening, Vivian."
The black-haired witch seemed to have not noticed the crampedness of the male witch, nor did she intend to introduce herself, and greeted the pink-robed witch standing on the other side of Zheng Qing.
Zheng Qing noticed Vivian's expression as if she had eaten shit.
"Good evening, Betasi."
The pink witch who knew the guy opposite, barely squeezed out a smile, raised the fruit wine in her hand, and her eyes fell on the red-haired witch next to Betasi, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Good evening, Jessica... I'm happy to see you."
"I, too, Vivi..." Feeling the male witch's eyes fell on her, the red-haired witch's face immediately became as red as her hair, and she was stammering, looking like she would faint at any time.
Zheng Qing was puzzled by seeing it.
“Jessica is not very good at socializing.”
Another witch with a slightly darker skin color observed her words and felt her expression, and at the same time she inserted a glass of light red fruit wine into Zheng Qing's hand: "...Try this, the cherry wine produced in Louise's manor, it tastes very good."
She pointed to the shorter witch beside her.
"Louise Cody, I'm glad to see you." The short witch nervously clinked the cup with Zheng Qing. Her skin was pale, her pupils were dark green, and her conversation was very natural, giving people a feeling of grace and generosity.
She is also the only one among several people who took the initiative to introduce her name.
Vivian stared at the glass of cherry wine in Zheng Qing's hand, blinked, and glanced at the innocent Balash - Oh, this little bitch is very good at slapping it!
"Thanks."
Zheng Qing held up the wine glass and politely rang the dark-skinned witch, taking a sip: "It tastes really good... Are you a student of the No. 1 university?"
He felt that the other person was very obedient.
"She is Balash Sassan, a third-year student at Atlas College. She is now the director of the school newspaper ethics review committee." Vivian leaned against Zheng Qing, as if she wanted to seize the empty arms after Jiang Yu left, and joked: "...I think it is very necessary to have a good relationship with her in your current situation."
Zheng Qing turned around calmly, touched the wine glass in his hand gently with the witch of the pink robe, and then turned around immediately.
"Oh? Balash Sassan...I know you!"
He stressed in a slightly exaggerated tone and raised the cup in his hand to Balash: "Fat Sin...I mean, Sin Banner Schmidt-Bayer, do you know me? He mentioned you to me. You once lent him a flying carpet during the freshman school hunting party, which helped us a lot. I always thought..."
Zheng Qing's voice came to an abrupt end here.
Because he just remembered that he always thought that Balash was a male witch. But it is definitely not appropriate to say such a guess now.
"Since why?"
Betasi stepped forward, took Vivian's arm, dragged her away from Zheng Qing tactfully and firmly, and smiled and said, "Do you think Sassan and Xin are boyfriend and girlfriend?"
Balash narrowed his eyes.
Zheng Qing smiled awkwardly without making excuses.
Balash raised his hand and touched the thrush standing on the brim of her hat singing, with a relaxed expression: "Don't be so unfamiliar. I have a lot of dealing with Xin, and I usually call him Fatty Xin. You can call me Sister Sasan like him... In addition, as far as I know, Fatty Xin is now in love with Linda Barnes... are you a little cold? I happened to have a shawl."
Before he finished speaking, a touch of orange gauze sprang out of her sleeves and gently placed it on Betassi Black's shoulders, sliding across her neck like a snake, covering her towering chest.
While Balash was speaking, Betassi Black, who was standing in front of Zheng Qing, was naturally adjusting the angle of his neckline, which made the only male witch present look at him frequently.
The appearance of the veil made Zheng Qing cough slightly awkwardly.
"Do you like tonight's dance?"
Louise Cody did not let the awkward atmosphere spread, but lightly changed the subject and looked at Zheng Qing half-tilted. Compared with the other strong competitors, she chose a completely different path. The biggest advantage of witches like her is that they can put down their figure and not clumsyly imitate the behavior of those witches of high families, but show their docile posture as much as possible.
Many male witches who have been in contact with witches from aristocratic families like this tone.
Balash looked at his dance partner's cute expression that was different from his usual usual, and his smile remained unabashed, but his eyes looked a little cold.
"I like it, I like it very much."
Zheng Qing raised the fruit wine in his hand against his will, feeling the muscles on his face become a little sore because of the stiff smile, and he just wanted to escape from this suffocating place as soon as possible.
"I heard you attended the moon dance last Christmas?"
The witch who stood with Vivian followed the situation and hugged her chest with her hands crossed, as if she was praying, with admiration on her face: "... Then you should be very good at dancing, right?"
Louise glanced at Anna Wintour, who was about the same size as her, with annoyed glance at her - the prelude to her own prelude, but was intercepted by others. There was nothing worse than this.
But that's the reality.
Between a group of witches with flexible minds and superb skills, if the pace is a little slower, others will take the lead.
Zheng Qing remained a little sober after all.
"I'm so sorry," he nodded embarrassedly and politely, with regret on his face: "In fact, I don't know much about dancing... I'm the ones who take me to the dance."
(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!