Zheng Qing stared dumbfounded at the unexpected turn of events in the classroom.
He completely understood why Instructor Black had cried out—if he had been racking his brains for sweet nothings to woo a witch, only for the witch before him to suddenly "shrink" into a tiny little thing, he would have been startled too.
And this "tiny little thing" had not shrunk proportionally.
If that witch had merely become smaller overall, like someone who had accidentally taken a Shrinking Potion or been struck by a Shrinking Spell, retaining her age while her body shrank, then even if she had become tiny, Instructor Black would not have cried out. He might even have burst into laughter or become even more attentive, trying to provide the witch with a counterspell or restorative potion.
Unfortunately, the witch in the classroom had shrunk "nonlinearly"—like a frog turning into a tadpole, a butterfly turning into a caterpillar, or a swan turning into an Ugly Duckling.
The witch in the classroom seemed to have been struck by a spell called Time Reversal. Her entire appearance rapidly regressed, from the mature looks of a woman in her early thirties to the bloom of her twenties, then to the youthful vigor of her teens, until she had reverted into a little girl of seven or eight with yellow hair.
Even Li Meng outside the classroom looked more "mature" than she did.
The handsome Professor Black dropped the bouquet in his hands in terror. As though stung by a jumping scorpion, he sprang up from the floor, loudly apologizing to the furious Little Witch before him. Then, backing away, he stumbled out of the classroom and ran for his life.
At First University, falling in love was not wrong. Even ordinary relationships between students and teachers received plenty