The Blonde Witch's mention of the Tu Shan Family's noble daughter immediately reminded Zheng Qing of that white-furred Great Fox he had tossed around several times on the Performance Stage.
He felt a trace of guilt and could not help lowering his eyes and clenching his fist. His palm seemed to still remember the fluffy softness of that large furry tail.
But even as he felt guilty, he realized something else.
It had been two days since they returned from Shanglin Garden. Rumors about him and the others at Shanglin Garden had emerged one after another and gradually become known to the public, yet almost no one knew that Tu Shan Chu Jiu had been thrown around—not only had the newspapers not printed a single word about it, there was not even the slightest rumor at school. While marveling at the influence of old Wizarding Families, this also made him uneasy about the "unity" among the children of those families.
After all, quite a few young wizards from First University had been standing by Crescent Lake at the time.
Yet no one casually joked about Tu Shan Chu Jiu's embarrassing experience.
"I'm not worried about it ending up in the papers."
Recalling the newspapers he had flipped through over the past few days and thinking of the "conservative and cautious" tone of their reporting, Zheng Qing chose his words carefully. "Because I think that whether it's the Post, the school paper, the Daily Horn Newspaper, or whatever else, these legitimate media outlets all have principles. They won't just make things up..."
The Fat Wizard let out a strange whimper, as though he had just heard a bad joke.
Pretending not to see his expression, Zheng Qing went on. "...My goal is simple. I just hope to keep those rumors under