The Clone Transformation class had just ended when Old Yao vanished behind the lectern in the blink of an eye, leaving the huge classroom to the young wizards and witches below.
Only after Zheng Qing finished taking notes and looked up did he realize the professor was gone. He could not help exchanging looks with the witch.
"Exactly five o'clock."
Jiang Yu opened her Pocket Watch, checked the time, and said very naturally, almost offhandedly, "There's still an hour before the next class. Time for dinner..."
Zheng Qing was naturally quick on the uptake. "I know a newly opened place on Pedestrian Street..."
Before he could finish, the witch pulled an exquisite little lunchbox from her handbag and set it on the desk. Only then did she seem to hear him, turning to him in surprise. "What did you say?"
The rest of Zheng Qing's words were caught in his throat by that little lunchbox. After choking on them for a long while, he finally answered dejectedly, "N-Nothing... Are you eating here?"
He looked around.
For most First University students, the day's classes were effectively over after this afternoon session. A few might finish their assignments in the classroom before leaving, but even those who needed to study on their own usually returned to the academic building after dinner. Hardly anyone chose to eat in the classroom.
"Can't be helped. Time is tight."
The witch raised both hands behind her head, deftly twisted her hair into a simple bun, and pinned it up with the shaft of a brush. Then she gave a concise explanation. "I don't have that much time to waste on the road... Want to eat together?"
Though she had phrased it as a question, her gaze was certain, as though she was sure the boy would