Jiang Han had to admit that she might be a little socially anxious.
It did not show on the surface; it showed in her work.
Just like many skilled diplomats who became socially anxious in their private lives, Jiang Han was the same. If the witches in her study group were her clients, she would probably have gotten fairly familiar with them by now. But if they were strangers she was meeting for the first time—future teammates?
That was much harder...
Fortunately, the team leader, Miss Tan Yue, was an outgoing, lively, and chaotic witch.
In the private card room of the Murloc Village tavern, Jiang Han sat stiffly on the sofa, listening to the gloomy sixth child, Lin Shu, play the pipa beside her.
In the distance, Miss Tan Yue waved her wineglass as she drank straight from the bottle with Yang Daijun and Kang Xuezhen.
Witches were just that kind of creature: they drank a few cups when they were happy, and drank a few more when they were unhappy...
Even the strongest witches in the world could not change their inborn interest in food, or their love for alcohol... Jiang Han grumbled inwardly as she sipped an ultra-low-alcohol pineapple draft beer. Its slight sweetness, mixed with the sensation of soda and beer, gave her the satisfaction of a little witch.
I'll build up my tolerance. I'll build up my tolerance!
Miss Lin Shu, who sat beside her with a face that made people want to bully her in every possible way, looked over and blinked.
"Witches who like fruit-juice-flavored beer are rare."
"Well, now you've met one." Jiang Han replied with an irreproachable smile. "What about you, Miss Shu?"
As Jiang Han asked this, Lin Shu—whose appearance was both sweet and like that of someone who was