Zheng Qing unconsciously thought of a member of the Moonlight Council, unconsciously thought of her four tails in order to save her last winter hunt, unconsciously imagined what would happen if she knew she was trapped in the sandbox again this time, unconsciously imagined her beauty, her ridicule, and anger.
Because he thought so much unconsciously, he couldn't help feeling a little distracted.
When he came to his senses, he found that Xiao Xiao was looking at him up and down, his eyes subtle.
"What?"
The young teaching assistant subconsciously wiped the corners of his eyes, and then touched the corners of his mouth: "My eye booze was not washed in the morning, or was there something dirty on his mouth?"
"You just touched your nose first, and then your lips."
The fortune teller of the Yusin Hunting Team did not make any ambiguity and reminded very kindly: "Do you still remember the extended knowledge points in the divination method section of the divination class before?"
Divination method with face touching.
This word immediately floated through Zheng Qing's mind.
At the same time, he also glimpsed the book "Basic Yi Xue·Second Grade" on the table, and simply opened the chapter belonging to facial divination, and soon found the content of "face-touching divination" in the expanded content.
Unconsciously touching the nose means that the person who is thinking will be able to see it soon.
Unconsciously touching your lips means that the other party is talking about you.
Zheng Qing knew very well that he was unconscious when touching his nose and lips just now, and the bad thing was that so many things he was thinking about in his mind just now were all related to one person.
The wizard respects Bu Xiang very much.
Therefore, Zheng Qing's little face suddenly lost its blood and turned pale.
He is so innocent.
The divination class had just ended, and before the boy could turn his hourglass, he was lifted by the head maid from Qingqiu Mansion to the office of the two-dimensional evolution laboratory.
Because Su Ya didn't bring her here today, Zheng Qing felt a little nervous and was thinking about whether he had done anything that had violated the ban these days.
But as soon as he entered the office, his anxiety immediately disappeared.
At noon, the sun was particularly bright, and after filtering by the tall glass windows and sparse leaves, it looked a little hazy. The owner of the office was taking a nap in this hazy area.
She raised her head and leaned on the high-back chair. The hazy light fell on her closed eyes, making her eyelashes look particularly long; it fell between her cheeks, making Zheng Qing think of orange sauce; it fell on her lips, making Zheng Qing think of strawberry sauce.
The sunshine, oranges, and strawberry jam are really delicious.
"it's beautiful."
The young teaching assistant classmate held his breath and looked at this scene, he couldn't help but exclaim: "I don't know if there are any sunny orange strawberry jam in the school cafeteria. I don't know what it tastes like. I really want to taste it... How can people be so beautiful?"
Don't blame him for being incoherent in this admiration.
After all, the thoughts that flash through everyone's minds are often jumping and lacking logic.
But he forgot that he was facing a great wizard who was proficient in spiritual magic.
"If you want to kiss, you can praise it, and if you want to praise it...what are you doing all the time at the door?"
Su Shijun still closed her eyes, but her voice clearly sounded in the ears of the witch, carrying her unique pride and refreshment: "I just closed my eyes and rested, not dead, so next time I whispered in my heart, remember to put a layer of guardian spell... In addition, I am not a human, you should say, how can a fox be so beautiful?"
In a moment.
Strawberry jam turned into chili sauce, and marmalade turned into boiling magma.
Zheng Qing's spirit and body could only feel the hot and hot invasion at this moment.
"I, I don't know what you are talking about." He forced himself to do so, and did not run away in panic, but he felt smoke from the whole person.
The witch seemed not to hear his dry defense and added to herself: "... Also, next time I praise me, you can say it in person, without whispering in my heart. I like others praising me very much... I hide my praise in my heart and sneak in my heart. Is it shameful?"
While speaking, she yawned a big yawn, stretched her waist, and her loose robe covered her body. At this moment, it seemed to have turned into a tight-fitting dress, outlining the breathtaking beautiful lines.
Then she opened her eyes and looked at Zheng Qing.
The hazy eyes flashed with dreamy and charming colors in the hazy light.
But Zheng Qing couldn't feel the slightest charm.
The witch said twice, which made him overload. At this moment, he felt that there were more than a dozen large flat floors under his feet.
For the first time, he realized that he was not so annoying about nightmare and deeply hoped that he was in a dream now.
However, the witch once again cruelly broke his fantasy. She knocked on the table with her fingers, and it was extremely loud: "Hey, stop thinking about it. This is not a dream, it is my office... Of course, if you feel embarrassed, we can think that the conversation just now has not happened."
She's so weird~
"No, no," Zheng Qing felt that every muscle on his face was very stiff. He used a lot of effort to open his top and make a sound. Even so, he still felt that every word he said seemed to be squeezed out from his teeth: "It's not that it didn't happen... but that it did not happen."
The witch raised her eyebrows, calmly picked up the materials and quill pens on the table, and began to correct the experimental report on her own.
Zheng Qing took the tea handed over by the elf, and regardless of the hotness, he poured it into his stomach in one breath. His face turned red and his eyes were filled with tears.
"It really hasn't happened." He murmured, unconsciously reinterpreting everything after entering the door. He lowered his head and felt that there was another layer of large flat layer under his feet.
Time passes by little by little in the rustling sound of the quill pen.
It also heals the psychological trauma of the male witch little by little.
It was not until his emotions stabilized again that Su Shijun raised his head again and looked at him with satisfaction: "Very good, this concentration is very good, and he has a bit of a great wizard demeanor... I thought you would be anxious because of the rush."
"There is a little room for operation in time conversion, but not too much. If you don't speak, I will say goodbye." The witch explained honestly, changed the subject and tried to take the initiative in chatting: "Is there anything wrong with me at this time?"
The witch didn't care about his attempts.
"It's okay, I just miss you, I want to chat with you." She put down her quill pen and looked at the cramped boy with a smile. Her eyes slid across his wrist, and narrowed slightly: "...Well, is your haha bead broken?"
While speaking, she wiped off the string of crystal clear jade beads on her wrist and threw them into Zheng Qing's arms: "As a gift to waste your time...the usage is the same as that of ordinary haha beads, but it is a little more powerful."