Single, unmarried, a mother.
Work, life, studies, childcare.
Every word in those two sentences sent a cold sweat down Zheng Qing's back. He always felt that the Archwizard behind the desk was hinting at something, yet he could not grasp it for the moment.
For heaven's sake, you were an Archwizard. Even if you had no servants around, couldn't you get yourself some fresh juice or piping-hot tea?!
What happened to tea-brewing magic?
What happened to little serving elves?
While silently grumbling, the young publicly funded student forced a slightly ingratiating smile and hurriedly agreed. "No, no, it's very thoughtful. Extremely thoughtful."
"Oh? You mean I handle things very well on my own?" The witch raised her eyebrows. "...I bought a coffee grinder but no coffee beans, tea bags but no teacups... Do you think that counts as a thoughtful life?"
Zheng Qing felt white smoke rising from the top of his head.
"Th... thoughtful... probably not?" the young publicly funded student answered with difficulty. At the same time, he realized he could not let Su Shijun keep control of the conversation. Otherwise, he would sooner or later be unable to hold out and suffer a crushing defeat.
"Where is everyone else?"
Steadying himself, he immediately changed the subject and casually asked, "I didn't see a single person on my way in just now. Even the parrots in the hall are gone... Did they all go to the opening ceremony?"
The moment he voiced the guess, even he could not help laughing awkwardly.
The parrots were one thing. They had always loved excitement, so it would not be strange for them to go join in the fun at the opening ceremony. But the researchers affiliated with the Applied Magic Institute were not students and had never participated in this sort