Amid the applause, Liu Feifei clapped with particular enthusiasm.
Her palm-sized face was flushed red, her eyes sparkling, her expression proud and delighted.
At first, the students had merely applauded Nicholas's answer in appreciation, but gradually, no one knew who started it, people began slapping their desks and stomping their feet.
Bang, bang, bang!
Bang, bang, bang!
There was no unnecessary heckling, nor any excessive clamor that violated classroom discipline, but the rhythmic pounding alone, along with the knowing smiles exchanged among everyone, made the two young wizards flush scarlet.
Liu Feifei abruptly spun around, threw herself back into her seat, and buried her head beneath her arms.
Nicholas stood there at a loss, looking at one classmate, then another, before finally turning a pleading gaze toward Professor Li Qihuang.
For once, the professor did not comment on classroom discipline.
He smiled as he took in the lively atmosphere of the classroom. Only after the rhythm of the applause had grown somewhat disorderly did he raise a hand, signaling that the students could quiet down.
"Ah, the youth one misses so dearly always brings unexpected surprises when one least expects them." Professor Li sighed as he twirled the slender teaching whip in his hand, drawing another wave of agreeable laughter.
"...But if everyone had been paying attention in my class, you should remember something I once said—'Love created by magic resembles love even more than true love does,' because magic, like love, is unreasonable."
The professor deftly steered the subject back to the lesson, skipping over the potion-brewing techniques they had just discussed and moving on to the points covered in the textbooks:
"Now, let us review several potions commonly used to prevent Love Potion..."
The Quill Pen in Zheng Qing's hand paused, its tip leaving a dark blot of