After reading the entire article, Zheng Qing's face had gone a little pale.
He felt as though he could barely breathe.
"I wasn't looking forward to any credit rewards... and I don't remember saying that last sentence!" He stared fixedly at the final sentence of the article, muttering, "That's malicious speculation, isn't it... Do reporters all write such flighty nonsense these days?"
In the photograph beside the column, Zheng Qing's profile was still silently holding a coffee cup, completely motionless. At that moment, Zheng Qing dearly wished it were an animated magical photograph, so that the him in the picture could wave his fists and smash them viciously into Ms. Pulitzer's face across from him.
Then his gaze caught another sentence in the report, and his anger flared even hotter. "And she asked about that damned Forbidden Experiment. The only reason I stayed silent was because I genuinely didn't know such a thing existed! What does 'unusual silence' even mean?! What the hell does she know?! Can't I keep my mouth shut about something I don't understand?!"
"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath. Don't get worked up." Fatty Xin patted Zheng Qing on the back comfortingly, then promptly pulled out a small dish of candy and held it beneath Zheng Qing's nose. "Have a Mint Candy. It'll settle you down."
Zheng Qing did not know whether Mint Candy could actually calm one's breathing. Just as he did not know why some wizards felt warmer after eating a piece of chocolate when they had suffered magical injuries.
But that did not stop him from accepting the fat man's kindness. No matter what, candy could always bring people a pleasant feeling.
The young scholarship student picked up an emerald-green candy from the dish, tossed it into his mouth, and viciously