"You're very uneasy, aren't you?"
"No... haha... not at all!"
"Then why are you squirming around in your seat?"
"...There's a wooden splinter in the stool. It pricked me."
"Why did you stop squirming again?"
"I pinched the splinter off." Zheng Qing answered dryly, unable to resist wriggling his butt again. At the same time, he stretched his arms and legs in a leisurely pose, indicating that he was currently very relaxed and natural.
At the same time, in order to turn the passive situation around, he very naturally surveyed the classroom—now that most of the students had left, it seemed somewhat empty. Aside from several witches surrounding Dunton at the podium, there were only Liu Feifei and Nicholas whispering intimately to each other in another corner of the room.
At the sight of those two, Zheng Qing's gaze seemed as though it had been stung. He immediately withdrew it and refocused on the maple desktop before him, while his mind spun rapidly as he considered why the witch had come looking for him.
Fortunately, Jiang Yu did not keep him waiting for long.
She took a small box from her handbag, placed it directly on the desk, and pushed it toward Zheng Qing.
"When I went to the Office Building this afternoon, I heard we were holding a class meeting tonight. Professor Li asked me to pass this on to you," the witch said softly, handing him several sheets of paper as well. "There are also some collection documents. I signed for them on your behalf, and these are the receipts... Take a look and see if there are any problems."
Zheng Qing took the documents. With just a glance, he knew what was inside the box.
Transformation Potion.
He had first come into contact with this potion in