"Is something wrong?"
Jiang Yu deftly scooped up the Little Fox's tail, wrapped it around her wrist a few times, and quietly asked the young wizard, "Do you need to take leave? Old Yao isn't here, so just report it here... There's nothing important left for today's class meeting."
Fatty Xin let out an affected cough from nearby.
Dunton stood on the other side with a dark expression. On one hand, he could not say there was anything wrong with Class Monitor Jiang's words; on the other, he felt it was somewhat inappropriate for a class monitor to indulge this crooked trend.
It was simply too difficult.
Zheng Qing's mind was currently full of question marks. Naturally, he paid no attention to the Fat Wizard's antics or Class Monitor Dunton's dilemma, but he could not simply ignore the witch's words.
"No, it's nothing... I can go after the class meeting. It might have something to do with my shadow."
As he spoke, he lightly stamped his foot.
Jiang Yu lowered her head to look at the faint shadow beneath Zheng Qing's feet, and understanding appeared on her face. The fact that the young wizard needed to cut away his shadow again was no secret among his companions in the You Zui Hunting Team. Since it involved such obscure magic, unexpected complications were perfectly normal, so she had no suspicions.
Thus, the award ceremony continued.
Only this time, there was an additional Little Fox on the podium, and Li Meng had regained her spirited swagger. From time to time, she pointed at Poseidon to remind the students below that she had not been mistaken before.
Zheng Qing wore a fake smile as his body drifted along with the crowd, while his mind kept spinning furiously—claiming it had something to do with