"Stay calm, stay calm... don't get worked up."
The dark figure had clearly realized that several spells had locked onto him. He froze in place for a few seconds before finally giving up on sneaking away. Slowly turning around, he spread his hands. "I mean no harm."
As he spoke, he lightly nudged the Little Fox lying stiffly in the grass and playing dead with the tip of his shoe, adding, "It's fine. It just ran into the metal button on my bracer... there might be a bump on its head."
After Poseidon was kicked twice, it finally stopped playing dead. It shrieked again, leaped three feet into the air, twisted nimbly in midair, and, like a wisp of white smoke, whooshed into the pavilion. It dove into Zheng Qing's arms and began trembling violently.
Zheng Qing had originally been furious—especially after seeing that wizard kick Poseidon twice, which made the fire in his heart burn even hotter—but that somewhat familiar voice still forced him to suppress his anger.
"No matter whether you mean harm or not, you have already violated the relevant provisions of the First University Administrative Regulations concerning curfew, permitted nighttime activity areas, and the Linzhong Lake rules..."
With an expressionless face, the young wizard recited the Patrol Team's "statement of rights," while desperately searching his mind for whose voice that vaguely familiar sound belonged to. "You have the right to remain silent, but every word you say may be used as testimony in the School Labor Committee's subsequent handling of this matter. I am now placing you in the School Labor Committee's detention room. Do you have any objections?"
The dark figure had clearly not expected Zheng Qing to remain so businesslike even after he spoke. He stood there, stunned.
After a long while, Zheng Qing