High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2585: Chapter 806: Press Forward with One Vigorous Effort

Su Ya struggled hard to break free from Zheng Qing’s clutches.

”The lady wants to see you!”

She glared at Zheng Qing, looking like she wanted to leap up and bite a piece out of him.

”I know.”

Zheng Qing hid on the side of the school building with the little fox lady, keeping an eye out for any suspicious figures nearby, and answered absentmindedly: ”...Otherwise, why would I come out with you?”

”You came out with me?” Su Ya’s eyes widened in disbelief, her ears pricking up from her hair in anger: ”That was coercion! Kidnapping! Absolutely rude!”

Zheng Qing took out his pocket watch to check the time; there were less than fifteen minutes left before Old Yao’s curse class. He didn’t have much time to waste bickering with this little girl.

”Where does your lady want to meet me?”

”The laboratory...”

Before Su Ya could finish her sentence, Zheng Qing activated the Armor Horse Charm he had prepared and disappeared into a wisp of smoke, leaving the little maid gaping and at a loss. After a moment, she stomped her foot in frustration.

”Don’t let me see you in the mansion again!”

She shouted toward the figure that had long vanished.

...

...

Zheng Qing naturally didn’t hear the little fox lady’s threat behind him.

Even if he had heard, he wouldn’t take it to heart.

His mind was preoccupied with what to say when he meets Su Shijun later — he had been pondering this ever since accepting Jiang Yu’s invitation to Shanglin Garden.

But after thinking for so many days, the warlock finally realized, dejectedly, that there was no way to solve this issue.

Escaping doesn’t solve the problem, nor does explaining. The only thing he could think of was to make a firm decision now, while his relationship with Su Shijun was still amicable, to bite the bullet and reveal that he and Jiang Yu were truly in a romantic relationship.

Doing this would indeed be risky.

But just like a ship that’s about to sink, abandoning ship immediately after the accident is the best choice. Hesitating on the ship, dragging it out, only leads to the ship sinking faster, creating larger whirlpools, and eventually, even abandoning ship won’t allow escape, as one would get swept away with the ship into chaos and whirlpools.

For now, his relationship with Su Shijun was still mere gossip and talk among people after meals, not yet causing major damage to the Qingqiu Su Family or the Moon Council, staying within a tolerable range of loss.

As for other details after revealing the truth, like the Su Family elders’ pressure on Su Daxu for marriage, Zheng Qing felt helpless; the rumors regarding Su Shijun and him, Zheng Qing thought time would ease everything; and then there’s Poseidon, which was the most troublesome yet simplest issue—they could just co-parent Little Fox as a divorced couple would.

Armed with this resolve that could be called ”burning bridges,” Zheng Qing rushed into the experimental building where the Two-Dimensional Evolution Lab was located, with a serious expression on his face.

When he barged in enveloped in a ’murderous aura,’ he scared the parrot at the front desk so much that it forgot to ask him to register. It wasn’t until the warlock disappeared like the wind into the corridor that the parrot perching on the branch scratched its head with its paw.

”Did something just pass by?” To avoid being reported for negligence, it decided to play dumb.

These things happen inevitably.

The parrots on other branches flapped their wings and chattered in agreement: ”No, no... it was just the wind... you must have seen wrong!”

...

...

When Zheng Qing arrived at the office,

Su Shijun was with her back to him, floating above a tall bookshelf, seemingly searching for something. Several reference books followed her closely, like little chicks following a hen.

The beautiful red robe floated gently above, and Zheng Qing felt that looking up could reveal some inappropriate sights.

He instinctively took a step back, sticking to the doorway, his eyes obediently watching the witch’s desk, where several sugar figures were gearing up for a climbing competition—looking at these was much safer.

”Arrived?”

A lazy voice came from above.

”Mm.”

The warlock replied sullenly, not daring to look up, anxious since the curse class was about to start, wishing this conversation would end immediately; yet also secretly hoping time would slow down a bit, to give him more mental preparation before revealing the truth, or preparing to get hit.

At this moment, his mind flashed through scenes from many TV dramas—like a heartless man getting a face full of tea from the heroine across the table, or a womanizer getting slapped until his lips bled, or a two-timer stepping outside only to be swarmed by reporters, flashlights capturing his embarrassed expression, and the next day’s headline reading ”Two-Timer at Shanglin Garden, Councilman Beats Up Heartbreaker,” and so on.

”Help me grab this book.”

Su Shijun’s voice came down again, and Zheng Qing, halfway through raising his head, made an abrupt turn, shifting his gaze to the side, only daring to catch the book’s trajectory with his peripheral vision.

Thump!

A heavy reference book landed in the warlock’s arms, nearly making him buckle to the ground. Zheng Qing noticed the book title on the cover was ”Golden Branch” by Fraser Black.

”Do you know this book?” Su Shijun landed beside him like a petal, instead of behind the desk, looking at him with a faint smile.

Zheng Qing felt baffled, shook his head: ”No... I came here today...”

He tried to get straight to the point to solve the problem.

As the saying goes, ”the quicker one dies, the sooner they’re reborn.” But even so, he secretly hoped that Su Daxu would take it easy on him, considering he was going to attend Old Yao’s class.

But he only managed four words before being interrupted by the witch.

”What time did you get back last night?”

She held a few other books in her arms, seemingly nonchalantly asking this question.

Zheng Qing felt like someone lightly tapped the back of his head with a pestle, his back tingling, his mind going blank, and he completely forgot the ’revealing’ he had prepared for so long, defaulting to an explanation:

”Yesterday, last night, at night I stayed at the shop because it was a bit late when I returned, and the school gates were already closed... when going to Shanglin Garden, everyone rode various mounts, so I also took a dragon back... mainly because there was a star map that needed checking, and it was convenient to view the stars from the sky... and also considering the issue of buying a present for Dong Dong...”

But the more he explained, the more frustrated he became.

Su Shijun had just asked what time he got back, not seeming to care how he got back, and he foolishly explained why he didn’t use the ’Big Clock’ system, even using the star map as a cover—what wizard looks at a star map from the back of a flying dragon? So stupid!

It wasn’t until he mentioned gifts that Su Shijun’s expression finally showed a hint of interest: ”Oh? What gift did you prepare for Dong Dong at Shanglin Garden?”