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An Unfinished Deal
Aside from the pastries that screamed before being stuffed into one's mouth, wizard cocktail parties were no more interesting than mortal ones. Given Zheng Qing's current situation, even that remaining bit of enjoyment had to be discounted.
As for the furtive looks at the party, Zheng Qing had long since become immune to them.
If the thing he had learned most during his more than two years at First University was all sorts of little anti-curse tricks, then the second most important thing he had learned was not to care too much about what other people thought—according to Doctor, caring too much about other people's opinions would turn you into their underwear, because you would have to catch every fart they let out.
Doctor rarely swore.
So when he did, it was best to listen.
The discussion among the three young witches and wizards about Edge Academy hiring Two-headed Ogres did not last long. A proper cocktail party could not do without its host keeping things in order, and the older wizards attending today had already given these young people enough space and time.
Soon, as the first guest from the O'Brien Family came to greet the hosts, the other guests gradually appeared before Su Shijun and Zheng Qing as well, offering simple greetings and blessings, with the occasional painfully stale joke. Jiang Yu seemed unwilling to take part in such conversations on an occasion like this, but Zheng Qing held onto her tightly, leaving her unable to break free.
Su Shijun pretended not to notice their tugging and pulling right beside her.
That made the guests increasingly cautious in both tone and wording when they came over to greet them.
For example, when the gray-robed members of the School Labor Committee toasted the three of