After dealing with two successive "attacks" in such a short time, Jiang Yu felt a little tired.
"I need to find something refreshing to drink."
She linked arms with the young wizard and strolled slowly around the dance floor. She was in no hurry to dance, instead pointing to the male wizards gathered beneath the wall on the other side. "You can wait for me over there and chat with them for a while..."
Zheng Qing looked in the direction she was pointing.
"I... don't think I know any of them." He muttered, his expression slightly hesitant—although he had attended many social events at First University, he had always been with friends he knew. He had never experienced walking alone into a group of strangers for a chat.
For some reason, this conjured up a bizarre image in his mind: a duck barging into a flock of turkeys and quacking loudly.
Of course, the more important reason for his hesitation was that he was Su Shijun's rumored husband, yet he had come to Shanglin Garden today with another witch. As he recalled, Councilor Su was very popular among the young wizards of the Wizarding Families. Zheng Qing was worried that if he went over on his own initiative, he might be seen as a heartless cheat or a two-timer and get beaten up by some emotional young wizards.
It was just that he really could not explain the latter reason to the witch.
"If you don't know someone, just smile at them... You can't go wrong."
As though she had not noticed the troubled look on his face, Jiang Yu encouragingly patted his arm. Then, seeming to remember something, she pulled out a stack of small cards from her pocket. "Hmm, if you really lack confidence, take a look at