A Clash of Guilty Consciences

"You're the one who's sick!"

Hearing Zheng Qing's question, Xiao Xiao gave him an expressionless look and snorted. "You're only wearing sunglasses. Are you actually blind? Jiang Yu has been standing right next to you all this time, and you haven't even greeted her. Are you even classmates?"

Zheng Qing finally realized how rude he had been. He awkwardly raised his head, adjusted the sunglasses on his face, and uneasily looked at the witch standing nearby. Though the dark lenses made it hard to see clearly, he could still make out the faintly smiling expression on her face, and his cheeks immediately grew hot.

"I'm not blind... I just thought everyone was familiar with each other, so there was no need for a special greeting." The young scholarship student rubbed the tip of his nose and muttered softly, as though doing so could give him a little more courage.

Then he added defensively, "Besides, being blind doesn't count as being sick, does it?"

"Blindness really doesn't count as an illness," Fatty Xin added with a sidelong glance, kicking him while he was down. "After all, illnesses can still be cured, but you're beyond saving."

The words were vicious and cutting enough to make Zheng Qing's teeth ache.

Jiang Yu stood to the side with a smile and smoothed things over. "It's fine, it's fine. We're all acquaintances, so there's no need to be so formal. Besides, hasn't his eyesight been a little poor lately? Don't expect too much from him..."

As Zheng Qing listened to the witch, he nodded repeatedly at first, but the more he listened, the more something felt off.

Before he could react, Jiang Yu strolled a few steps forward to his side and casually flipped through the reference book in front of him. In a light