But Lao Yao chose a high-profile and loud way, as if he was whipping a whip. It was very magical. Zheng Qing could even hear some teasing from the crisp sound.
He showed a rare hint of cramping and glanced at the witch.
After the professor's projection disappeared, Jiang Yu quickly cleared the books on the table, took out exquisite small plates from his small bag, and placed them neatly on the desks of the two of them.
"This is……"
The male witch, who was holding the black jade and trying to make it deformed, noticed this scene and was a little stunned. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had a wide desks full of them. The white jade kitten raised his tail and flexibly shuttled between the plates, smelling left and right, looking satisfied.
"Oh, a little simple afternoon tea."
The witch collaborated and replied happily: "Studying is too hard and prone to hypoglycemia. Since the professor is not here, we are just two of us... can we be a little freer and don't have to be so restrictive... can we do some?"
Zheng Qing received high-intensity training from Qingqiu Mansion.
Although he did not recognize many of the "coffee breaks" brought by the witch for a while, he only recognized a few - such as the Italian appetizer bruschette; thin slices of meat suspected to be Carpaccio or Shasimi. Zheng Qing had reason to suspect that it was dragon meat; and honeydew melon wrapped in thin ham meat, etc. - Just looking at the exquisiteness of these dishes, it had nothing to do with the word "simple", which made him feel amazing.
Is this the afternoon tea for wealthy families?
"...what do you come?" The witch glanced at him again.
Zheng Qing hesitated for a few seconds, raised his hand and passed the plate of tomatoes, cheese and black caviar, and pointed to the simplest plate of bread in the corner.
"That's it."
He looked outside the classroom nervously, it was very good, no one was there.
Jiang Yu replaced the white porcelain plate in the corner in front of the boy.
"What is this? Sandwich?"
Zheng Qing picked up a piece of pastry from the plate and stuffed it into his mouth. The sweet and sour sauce made his eyes lit up, as if he had tasted the brewed sunshine: "What kind of jam is this?"
He couldn't wait to ask.
The witch has curved eyebrows and eyes.
"Orange strawberry jam." She carefully turned the turntable and pushed another piece of pastry on the plate to the hand of the witch: "It tastes really good, I heard that the witches like it very much."
Zheng Qing turned her face and coughed violently, hoping that this was a joke on April Fools' Day - when he went to see Su Shijun on Tuesday, he had "synchronic" this jam in her office.
The problem was that when he was just watching the sunshine, his cheeks and lips, a little thought flashed in his heart. It was unreasonable that he was peeping at the thoughts at that time.
But if it is a coincidence, then this coincidence is too delicate, so exquisite that it seems that someone has figured it out little by little with a small carving knife.
"Why are you... this jam is rare." He pondered, carefully looking at the witch's face from the corner of his eyes, and always felt like he was looking through it.
"It was sent by the elders in the family."
Jiang Yu's tone was light and he didn't notice the boy's nervous expression: "It's the elder who talked to me about the recent situation of Senior Colma... How about it, it tastes good, right?"
The witch held a small and delicate teacup, blew the air, drooping her eyes and looking at the sparkling water marks in the cup, and naturally brought the topic back to the 'small question' before the class: "...I saw you wearing a string of new haha beads, where did you buy it, it looked very good."
Zheng Qing, who had just stuffed a pecan fruit into his mouth, raised his hands and froze in the air.
He glanced at his wrists first—empty, without any accessories. Before class, he had already taken off the new beads just in case—and then he carefully glanced at the girl who was still siping with her eyelids, and his brain began to turn wildly.
There is no doubt that since he asked such a question, it means that Jiang Yu must have seen the string of beads he wore before, and he might have even observed it carefully when he was not paying attention.
As for whether she saw the beads on Tuesday afternoon's magic literature class, or did she notice it on Thursday morning's magic literature class, or what Li Meng said randomly, there was no difference to Zheng Qing.
Because Zheng Qing's two hands are now in the clear place, even if he wants to calculate, he can't find a chance.
The only most reliable option is to be ‘honest’.
“I didn’t buy it.”
The young teaching assistant took out the string of new beads from the depths of the gray cloth bag, held them in both hands, and handed them to the witch, briefly explained: "It was after the accident on the Forbidden Demon Festival that the 2D Evolution Laboratory came to me to understand the situation and knew that my haha beads were destroyed, so I gave me a new one to defend myself for the time being..."
Even if it is the truth, you must pay attention to narrative skills.
The witch did not comment, put down the teacup, took the beads handed over by Zheng Qing, looked at the crystal clear jade beads on it, and nodded in a very small range: "No wonder it looks so familiar... I saw Sister Su wearing it before."
Zheng Qing felt a layer of white sweat appearing on his back.
"...Better than the string I gave you." She rubbed one of the jade beads and gave a very considerable evaluation: "I just held it in my hand for a while, and I felt that in addition to being calm and calm, it was also helping me sort out the magic power... Have you tried its combat power? It should be very powerful."
"A simple test, each one is almost equivalent to a registered wizard-level monster." Zheng Qing unnaturally pinched a pine nut, pried open its shell, wiped off the thin layer of oily skin outside the pine nut, and then added: "...Well, its bead is different from yours, it transforms into not an alchemy doll, but an alchemy fox."
"One, two, three..."
Jiang Yu twisted it one by one, and finally exclaimed: "There are nine beads in total, which are equivalent to nine registered wizard-level helpers. He is worthy of being the eldest lady of the Qingqiu family."
Zheng Qing must pretend that he didn't hear this.
But sometimes, you can pretend to be inaudible, but you can't pretend to be inaudible.
When the beads were returned by Jiang Yu, there was also a furry knot-like thing that fell on Zheng Qing's palm, which was squirming in his palm, appearing vividly, like a little dragon.
"This is..." He looked at the witch in shock.
"It's a gadget that is made of big hair subjelly," Jiang Yu did not give Zheng Qing the chance to refuse: "After injecting magic, it can transform into a small Zhongshan Maolong, which is a good transportation tool... I also have one."
She showed off her other wrist and revealed a knitted knot that was almost exactly the same as Zheng Qing, except that one had horns and the other had no horns.