Facts have proved that people can laugh when they are angry.
Rumors can be too much, but not cross the line.
The fat man just said crossed the line.
"Witch? Me?"
The young teaching assistant pointed his nose with his fingers, his smile was grim, and his voice seemed a little sharp because of his suffocation: "It's also a wide audience? Does many people believe it?"
Fatty Xin spread his hands innocently.
I just leaned back slightly to avoid being sprayed by the splashing spit.
"Many people have seen you running around in a school in a dress openly... although you covered your face at that time." His chubby face was filled with no sincere smile.
"That's a doll in women! It's a prank! Many people in the school have been teased!"
Zheng Qing bit his back teeth and tried to restrain his urge to look around. He was worried that he would completely lose control after seeing the strange smile on his classmates' faces. At the same time, he kept hinting in his heart that 'Jiang Yu knew it was a rumor', and finally controlled his emotions a little: "Why would anyone believe such nonsensical rumors!"
"Because this rumor can explain a lot of unreasonable things."
Fatty Xin spoke quickly, and raised his fingers one by one: "For example, your relationship with Mr. Su... Many people are willing to accept this rumor because they are unwilling to believe that the largest beauty in the wizarding world has given birth to a child with a young boy who has not graduated. The public is more willing to believe that you are a witch and Mr. Su's best friend, helping her escape the shackles of the ancient family.
For example, the good relationship between you and the witches of other wizard families is similar. Only when you are a witch, those witches who come from a large family and are close to you do not pull their hair in public without pulling their hair together - because you are a female, they do not need to be jealous of each other; because you are a female, they can maintain good relationships with so many witches at the same time.
In addition, for wizards, it is not difficult to turn male witches into witches or witches into male witches. This is also a very important reason - because it is easy, it is extremely likely - it is obviously easier to turn into a witch than to have a child with Su Shijun.
More importantly, gender exchange between male and female wizards has always been a very hype topic in the alliance. Do you know the "Rainbow Wizard Group"? It is a minority wizard group composed of those "gender vague groups"... This group insists that "every wizard's gender freedom should be respected" and "psychological witches are also a kind of witches" will provide potions, legal and public opinion support to every wizard trying to change their traits.
All in all, every group that supports you has their own hopes—rather than saying they believe you are a witch.
Poe once said that public opinion usually only creates sensational topics without wanting to dig out the truth of the facts; even if sometimes public opinion really digs out the truth, it is just a ride-sharing of hype topics."
After analyzing it, it was completed in one go.
The fat wizard spoke with a dry mouth but was satisfied.
He grabbed the water cup on the table, poured most of the tea into it, and then looked at Zheng Qing with unfulfilled satisfaction: "... Maybe you think they just want to let more people know or accept their demands through this lively public opinion, but this does not affect their 'believe' you now. Do you understand that, so?"
Zheng Qing took a deep breath.
The fat man's reason for his analysis was so harmonious that for a moment, he felt a little shaken and seemed to be convinced.
"Don't worry about the details."
Xiao Xiao's voice suddenly rang in Zheng Qing's ears like a ghost: "As for these rumors, you as parties, should stand at a higher position to understand... Public opinion likes to compromise. If someone claims that Zheng Qing likes to eat the hearts of a child, many people will definitely sneer and continue to care about how many witches he danced with; but if someone says that Zheng Qing is actually a witch, many people will immediately give up analyzing the girls who danced with him and instead study whether he is a real witch."
Zheng Qing was shocked by his elusiveness.
"When did you come?" He quietly stuffed the talisman gun he had just pulled back into the drawer.
"When the fat man said 'Rainbow Wizards'."
Dr. Xiao Da held his glasses and said lightly: "He said something right. Ancient and cutting-edge topics like the 'psycho witch' have always attracted great attention from the society because they may involve the mismatch between the soul and the body. Discussions inspired by it can really easily overwhelm you dancing with a few witches."
Zheng Qing didn't know which topic, "He danced with several witches" or "He is a witch" was discussed, made him feel more disgusted. But this morning, he clearly understood what Linda Barnes said - public opinion is easily disturbed, and the same is true for the public's perception.
Faced with the sneaky sights and sneaky discussions on campus, he could only force himself to keep recalling what Jiang Yu said yesterday, "Those are rumors," and then try to focus on his studies.
Until Thursday afternoon.
Like Wednesday, Thursday afternoon is also an optional course.
But for the rest of the class, Thursday's elective course was to volunteer for preparatory students at the Fringe College, while Zheng Qing's "elective course" on Thursday afternoon was to be a teacher.
That afternoon, when the depressed witch, with the pre-prepared lecture notes, began to explain the drawing skills of basic talismans to the preparatory students of the Fringe Academy.
A parrot with three heads flew into the classroom with its wings.
"Teacher Zheng!"
"Vice Dean Colma asked me to bring you a word!"
"From this class, Fringe College has accepted a new transfer student!"
Its three heads say these three sentences in sequence - Zheng Qing recognized this budgie, who, as the honorary chairman of the First University Student Union, is now responsible for managing the affairs of the student union of the Fringe College.
While maintaining his "magnanimity" as a teacher, Zheng Qing nodded with a very small amplitude, saying that he knew, and at the same time, he was wondering why Colma gave this matter to a bird.
The three budgies turned behind each other:
"Come in!"
"Don't be shy!"
"Everyone is a marginal person!"
It greeted warmly.
The next second, a crisp sound came into Zheng Qing's ears. He felt a little panicked for no reason. Before he could come to his senses, a little brown mare shook her tail and happily walked into the classroom.