During winter break, Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao had come to Genie's Hut to carry out a mission. Colmar had once solemnly told the young wizards that she needed their help completing a "sex magic" ritual.
Fatty Xin had actually been looking forward to it for a while.
Subsequent events proved that the so-called "sex magic" had merely been the owner of Genie's Hut teasing a few pitiful young people. Their real task had still been manual labor: drawing formations and talismans, and brewing potions.
Now, Archwizard Colmar had used that excuse again—and in front of the other girls.
Feeling awkward, Zheng Qing could not help rolling his eyes inwardly. Did he really look that stupid? Would he fall into the same pit twice?
"You definitely think I'm joking, don't you?" The owner of Genie's Hut blew at the long hair hanging over her forehead and gave the boy a seductive smile. "This time, it's real... Even if you aren't Lei Zhe, I'd still agree to let you be my boyfriend."
Zheng Qing failed to swallow a mouthful of Green Bee, clutched his cup, and broke into a violent coughing fit.
He truly could not handle words that sounded half-real and half-fake.
"Stop teasing him," Jiang Yu said, shooting Colmar a reproachful look. Then she glared at the young government-funded student and reminded him, "How long are you planning to listen to idle chatter? Have you forgotten why we came here?"
Zheng Qing suddenly came to his senses and set down his wineglass.
"You know Nicholas, right?" He coughed and tried to speak in a more serious tone. "The classmate in our class who repeated two years... Nicholas Green Oswald. Yesterday, beside Linzhong Lake, he cast off the Oswell bloodline."
"I heard about it too." Colmar nodded. "Didn't Lei Zhe