Although Zheng Qing could faintly hear someone talking behind the bookshelves, he could not make out the words. He could not even tell whether it was people talking or little demons whispering.
Not only could the round-faced wizard hear them, he could clearly explain the contents of those whispers.
Zheng Qing immediately felt his spirits rise.
"I knew those weren't hallucinations!" As if he had just proven an extraordinarily difficult principle of Divination Studies, he looked eagerly at Xiao Xiao. "You really can't hear anything?"
Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses.
But before he could speak, the round-faced wizard hurriedly explained, "It's not strange that Doctor can't hear them. Those Spellbook Liberation Association guys are five or six bookshelves away from us, in another corner. If I hadn't seen them when I came in just now, I wouldn't have been able to confirm it was them either."
There was a little too much information in that statement, and Zheng Qing did not process it right away.
"What do you mean, five or six bookshelves away from us?" He raised his brows in confusion. "They're that far away, and they're speaking so quietly. Who could hear them clearly?"
"Me!"
The round-faced wizard pointed a curled thumb at himself with complete confidence. "My family has inherited a somewhat special bloodline. We have stronger control over the wind. As long as air is moving, I can hear it, even from very far away."
That explanation immediately left Zheng Qing silent.
Xiao Xiao nodded thoughtfully.
After a long while, the young scholarship student finally raised his head and muttered, "I can understand you hearing sounds from so far away because of your special bloodline, but what about me... Huh? Where did he go?"
Only then did he notice that the round-faced wizard had vanished at