Sometimes, silence is like the function of the leaf on Adam or Eve's lower body, which can cover up shame and ugly. When you are speechless because you cannot find a reason to defend yourself, silence can quietly cover up your shame, emptiness, ignorance, stupidity, etc.
The witch's calm eyes were like two small knives, peeling off Zheng Qing's embarrassment wrapped in silence, exposing his spirit to the air naked.
It made him feel overwhelmed.
Zheng Qing was a little confused throughout the afternoon, not knowing what Professor Futuxue said today, not paying attention to what he ate for dinner, and even if Xiao Xiao hadn't even reminded him, he almost forgot that there was another Yin Fuxue tonight.
Just as he rushed down the dormitory mountain in a hurry.
A short figure stood in front of him.
"Old Yao is looking for you."
Zhu Si stood in front of the boy with his waist on his waist. Although he was short, his aura was not weak at all.
After not seeing her for a long time, she still looked the same, and she was almost no different from Zheng Qing when she first met in the mirror world, except for the bright redness in the center of her forehead.
Of course, she might have changed, but Zheng Qing's memory deceived him.
"Look for me? Now?"
The witch took out her pocket watch and looked at the time, and then hesitated: "—Did he say something? I have another class tonight and it's about to start..."
puff!
A crimson spell flashed by, and the little witch instantly turned into a big witch with a pretty appearance, tall figure, and a mature aura all over her body. Only her face still had the appearance of a few moments ago.
"The legendary wizard is looking for you, but you actually shirk your mind with the reason of 'to attend class'?"
Zhu Si seemed to have not been disturbed by his sudden transformation at all. He looked at the male witch incredibly and shook his head: "Although I have been away from this world for a while... the most basic operating logic of the wizard world has not changed."
Zheng Qing knew that Zhu Si was in a state that was unstable and would switch between images from time to time. But as soon as she saw her from a small one to a big one, it still made people feel a subtle discomfort.
He subconsciously remembered what she said when he saw her transform for the first time - the beautiful dreams would always be awakened by a ruthless urine, but the nightmare would always linger - which was very consistent with his mood today.
Before he could come back to his senses.
The witch stretched out her hand and made a tight gesture, with a bit of emotion: "But legend is a legend after all, and all your reactions are in the judgment of legend... Lao Yao said, anyway, you don't have much time studying today, so don't waste your time in Yinfuxue class."
She made an invitation gesture.
But although the words are correct, why does it sound so heartbreaking?
Zheng Qing unconsciously looked around.
"——Old Yao also said, if you stand in place and twist your neck, you will tell you that the guards have received a notice and don't need to ask them to modify the traffic."
The sound from his ear interrupted another excuse. After saying that, Zhu Si leaned forward with curiosity and blinked his big eyes: "What is the guard he is talking about? Do you have guards? Do you have guards? Why do you have guards!"
A faint fruity fragrance drifted into the boy's nose as the witch approached.
He tried to lean back.
"No, no...I don't know what you're talking about."
He denied it dryly, and bypassed the witch in a panic and speeded up a little: "I'm going to Lao Yao's office, right? OK, I know, I'll go now... I know how to walk, I don't need to lead the way, thank you!"
Zhu Si's soft roar came from behind him.
Fortunately, she didn't really come with her, which made the boy feel a little relieved.
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Because today is Monday, the office building is not clean. Wizards wearing various robes come and go, with serious expressions and quick steps, as if everyone is doing something to save the world.
Unlike usual, the door of Lao Yao’s office is wide open today, and the smoke swaying under the ceiling can slip out without any obstacles, which makes the house a little refreshing.
I heard the boy enter the door.
Lao Yao, who was working at the desk behind the desk, waved his hand without raising his head, and said concisely: "Don't close the door first. There is another guest who sits by himself. He wants to drink tea and make it by himself."
Zheng Qing sat in front of the coffee table with random thoughts - who was the other guest Lao Yao mentioned? Su Shijun? Or Jiang Yu? Although he already looked down on himself, it would not be that the little things between young men and women could disturb a legendary wizard who was busy with affairs could also disturb the center and reconcile!
But if Lao Yao is really allowed to be a middle-aged man, would it give Jiang Yu a feeling of using power to suppress others?
What if the other guest He was waiting for was Sushijun?
The memory remaining in his mind of the black gem cat is still very clear. The meaningful smile on the face of the owner of Qingqiu Mansion when he parted in the morning was still vivid in his mind. He really didn't want to make his upset a little worse.
Of course, while these thoughts flashed through his mind, he had skillfully put seven or eight layers of soul guardian magic on his body to ensure that some ideas that make people suck the ground will not be read "inadvertently".
The waiting time is always particularly difficult.
When Zheng Qingqing's butt was so painful, a lazy voice rang outside the door.
"Old man Yao! Why are you looking for me to come tonight? I have to make it clear to you that we have a staffing now and have a status cat. We have to pay for overtime at night..."
Before he finished speaking, a huge black cat appeared at the door of the office.
Then the voice saying "overtime pay" came to an abrupt end.
One of the black cat's front paws was raised at the door, and he refused to fall. His slightly red eyes were swinging, wandering between Lao Yao and Zheng Qing, with an unfathomable expression.
"Thirteen is here?"
The dean of Jiuyou Academy finally raised his head, glanced at the black cat hesitated at the door, and waved: "Don't block the door, come in, come in... and close the door by the way."
Hearing such a straightforward order, the black cat left without turning around, snorted, slowly squeezed into the office, and shook the thick tail behind him heavily, gently carrying the door.
Then, across the coffee table, he squatted opposite Zheng Qing, raised his head, and looked at the boy with his nostrils.
It is Zheng Qing's shadow cat.
Of course, it seems that it should be called "Cat Thirteen".
Fortunately, it wasn't those two witches.
Zheng Qing felt relieved first, and then felt a little confused - why did Lao Yao call Shadow Cat with him? Could it be that Shadow Cat also got into trouble?
The blue dragon hanging on the boy's ear raised his head slightly, opened his eyes with red and blue eyes, spit out a letter, and looked at the big black cat opposite the coffee table with interest.
The shadow cat didn't recognize this little thing, but was stared at it and was uncomfortable all over, and subconsciously clamped its tail.