Although Zheng Qing could remain calm, chat and laugh, and keep his composure in the library while facing his two companions' "threats," when he was alone, he could not help but become deeply worried.
The good news was that this was not the first time he had faced a threat of death since entering the Wizarding World. He could draw on his abundant experience to meet the coming challenge. Besides, with Su Shijun by his side, he did not truly need to worry that anyone would be foolish enough to knock him out directly at the ball.
According to Xiao Xiao, "The worst has already happened... Things can't get any worse."
What the Doctor meant was probably that period just after the Daily Horn Newspaper article had come out—the frenzied Howling Letters, rows of Nightmare Dolls losing their heads, the Halloween bonfire parade, and being knocked out late at night, among other things. Perhaps, in Xiao Xiao's eyes, that had been the worst possible situation.
Zheng Qing reserved judgment on that claim.
What was more, there were countless ways to make someone suffer embarrassment—from powerful laxatives, to stepping in dog shit with every step, to a group of colorful children rushing out to hug his legs and call him Daddy.
Just imagining a little centaur with a golden mane trotting up to him at the ball, tears in its eyes as it called him "Daddy," made the young publicly funded student feel like exploding on the spot.
That intense unease did not ease in the slightest even after he became a black cat.
Su Shijun, who was tutoring him that evening on the "rules for small talk at the Under the Moon Ball," easily caught that emotion from the black cat's drooping, restlessly swaying tail and twitching ears.
She set