Zheng Qing wondered if it was just his imagination, but Jiang Yu's attitude toward him had become terrible these past two days.
During the regular meeting on Sunday night, because he had turned in his line chart a little late, Class Monitor Jiang had actually left his homework behind and walked away. The scholarship student had no choice but to make a trip to Professor Yi's office and hand it in himself.
Then, during the first Magic Spell Class on Monday, when Old Yao arranged sparring practice between male and female wizards, he had paired Zheng Qing with Jiang Yu. Before Zheng Qing had even finished bowing, a Stunning Spell had viciously slammed into him from across the room, knocking the young wizard flat on the ground.
Fortunately, they had not been practicing the Binding Spell.
Whenever Zheng Qing recalled that scene afterward, he could not help wiping away a cold sweat. Last semester, Jiang Yu's use of the Binding Spell against that silverback gorilla had become the nightmare of many male wizards in the class.
Originally, he had wanted to ask Jiang Yu how far her investigation had progressed. But under the circumstances, adhering to the principle that less trouble was better than more, the young scholarship student ultimately decided to wait and see.
After all, he was an adult too. He had begun to vaguely understand that witches always had a few days each month when they were in a bad mood. Once those days had passed, their tempers would return to normal.
"Around the twentieth..." Zheng Qing muttered to himself, counting on his fingers.
"What?" Xiao Xiao, seated across from him, looked up. He seemed not to have heard what Zheng Qing had just said.
At that moment, the two of them were sitting in a corner