Slip of the Tongue

Just as Fatty Xin's attention shifted and he began showing off his extensive connections outside school to Li Meng, the young publicly funded student finally wriggled free from beneath the fat man's arm.

Hearing the fat man's boasting, he could not help but sneer. "Qingqiu Mansion needs you to buy pumpkins? The pumpkins in their garden are already growing out of control! Even the Flower Sprites and Grass Sprite that sneak into the garden every day to spend the winter can't be bothered to eat that stuff. Why would they need you to find some druid?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the publicly funded student regretted them.

Sure enough, after hearing that, the other young wizards, Li Meng included, all turned to look at him with strange expressions.

Those looks made his scalp prickle and his heart tremble.

"Hehe..." The Little Witch wore an expression that said, So you really are hiding something.

"Is that so?" Xiao Xiao raised his brows, pulled his notebook from his pocket again, uncapped his brush, brought it to his lips, and slowly licked it.

"Ahem, ahem." Zhang Jixin said nothing. He merely coughed twice, folded his arms, stood there flexing his sturdy biceps, and smiled without a word.

Then there was Fatty Xin. Smacking his lips, he stretched out his thick, short arm again and locked it around the young publicly funded student's neck.

"Well, care to explain?" The fat man's tone was very friendly, but his actions were rather rough. Zheng Qing could even clearly feel the blood vessels at his temples throbbing. For several moments, he seemed to hear his own neck bones creaking in protest.

"Ex... explain... explain what?!" After struggling to draw another breath, the young publicly funded student still clung to a sliver of hope and tried