"Nonsense!"
The young scholarship student's expression stiffened. In a dry voice, he stammered, "Lies, fabrication, malicious intent, despicable, shameless, vile!"
After blurting out so many words in one breath, even though Zheng Qing had been decent at Chinese in high school, he found himself tongue-tied and speechless, unable to think of any new insults.
Fatty Xin sneered twice.
"Oh? Weren't you usually pretty bold? Why put up a barrier?" He flicked the barrier with a thick, stubby finger, making it ring with a boing as its magical glow flickered wildly. "You haven't even read the article, so how can you say they're making things up? I must have been blind not to notice so many details!!"
By the last two sentences, the fat wizard's anger had clearly been stirred up again, and his voice unconsciously rose several pitches.
At that moment, Zheng Qing finally calmed down a little. Gritting his teeth, he reopened the newspaper.
After only a few seconds, the two wizards in the accompanying photograph had returned to their furtive pose, standing sideways and looking left. The young scholarship student's eye twitched slightly as he finally remembered that the photograph must have been a candid shot taken during the School Hunt Competition a few days ago.
"I never gave this newspaper permission to use my likeness!" He finally sorted out some of his thoughts and began searching the report for even the smallest mistake.
"That's not the point!"
The fat wizard slapped the table hard, as though he might devour the male wizard before him alive the next second. "The Horn Newspaper has business dealings with the school paper. They can authorize each other! Don't waste your time on details like that!"
Zheng Qing fell silent, his gaze dropping to the brief report as his eyes raced across