On the floor.
A faint shadow lay obediently at Zheng Qing's feet, narrow and still. Compared with the shadows of the Little Fox or the other desks, chairs, and bookcases in the office, however, this shadow was far too pale.
Like the difference between a glass of plain water and strong tea.
A realization surfaced in Zheng Qing's heart. The "mutated" part of his shadow had already been cut away, while what remained was the new shadow that had "grown" afterward.
Since this shadow had remained behind, where had the one that had been cut away gone?
The boy immediately looked around and quickly spotted a small, conspicuous patch of darkness in a corner of the office. There was nothing in that corner, so there should not have been a protruding shadow there.
As if sensing the young wizard's gaze, that small patch of darkness slowly stretched out. Like toothpaste being squeezed from a tube, it oozed from the corner and became an irregular ball, clinging to the floor as it drifted about.
"Why is it still here... hic!"
Zheng Qing looked up, but before he could finish speaking, he choked. Behind the desk, Su Shijun had somehow removed her large red-rimmed glasses. With her arms crossed over her chest and her body leaning back slightly, she watched him with composed amusement.
Though it was not his first time seeing Beauty Su's true face, every glimpse left Zheng Qing breathless, as though his heart stopped beating in that instant.
If he had been five or six years younger, back in his second year of middle school, he probably would have smacked his forehead and mistaken that feeling for the impact of love.
But now, he knew it was merely the natural response of someone obsessed with looks upon encountering beauty.