High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2640: Chapter 861: Fiery and Scalding

The Fat Wizard mentioned the Moon Council.

Zheng Qing couldn’t help but think of a certain Upper House Member of the Moon Council, and couldn’t help but recall how during the last winter hunt she almost shattered four tails to save him. He couldn’t stop imagining her reaction if she knew he was stuck in the sandbox again, couldn’t help but imagine her beauty, her ridicule, and her anger.

Thinking so much subconsciously, he inevitably got a little distracted.

Coming back to his senses, he discovered Xiao Xiao was scrutinizing him with a subtle look.

”What?”

The young assistant unconsciously wiped the corner of his eye, then touched the corner of his mouth: ”Didn’t wash my eye gunk properly this morning, or is there something dirty near my mouth?”

”You first touched your nose, then touched your lips.”

The Diviner of the Yuzui Hunting Team kindly reminded him: ”Remember the extended knowledge points from the face-touch divination lesson before?”

Face-touch divination.

The term instantly floated through Zheng Qing’s mind.

At the same time, he caught sight of the book ”Basic Study of Changes - University Second Grade” on the table, quickly opened to the Chapter about facial divination, and soon found the content about ’face-touch divination’.

Unconsciously touching the nose indicates the person being thought of will soon be seen.

Unconsciously touching the lips means the person is talking about you.

Zheng Qing was aware that he touched both his nose and lips unconsciously, and unfortunately, all he had been thinking about was related to one person.

Wizards respect divination greatly.

So, Zheng Qing’s face suddenly lost color, turning pale.

He had a good reason to be pale.

As the divination class had just ended, the young man was swept off to the office of the Two-dimensional Evolution Laboratory by the Head Maid of Greenhill Mansion before he could invert his time-turning hourglass.

Since it wasn’t Su Ya who brought him this time, Zheng Qing felt a little apprehensive, his mind racing, wondering if he had done anything forbidden recently.

However, upon entering the office, his unease immediately dissipated.

At noon, the sunlight was exceptionally bright, hazy after passing through tall glass windows and sparse leaves. The office’s owner was napping under this hazy light.

She leaned back in a high-backed chair with her head tipped up, the soft light accentuating her long eyelashes; falling on her cheeks, reminding Zheng Qing of orange jam; falling on her lips, reminding him of strawberry jam.

Sunlight, orange, strawberry jam—the taste was truly delightful.

”So beautiful.”

The young assistant held his breath, looking at this scene, unconsciously praising from the bottom of his heart: ”I wonder if the school cafeteria sells sunlight orange strawberry jam, I wonder what it tastes like, I’d really love to try it... How can someone be this beautiful?”

Don’t blame him for his somewhat incoherent appreciation.

After all, many of the thoughts that flash through people’s minds are often jumpy and lack logic.

He just forgot he was facing a Big Wizard proficient in mental magic.

”If you want to kiss, then kiss; if you want to praise, then praise... why are you mumbling at the door?”

Su Shijun kept her eyes closed, but her voice rang clearly in the young Warlock’s ear, carrying her unique pride and directness: ”I’m just resting, not dead, so remember to use a Guardian Spell when speaking secretly next time... Besides, I’m not human, you should say, how can a fox be this beautiful?”

In an instant.

Strawberry jam turned into hot pepper sauce, orange jam into boiling lava.

Zheng Qing’s mind and body could only feel the hot, fiery invasion at that moment.

”I, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He held on, not fleeing in panic, though he felt like he was about to burst into flames.

The Witch seemed to ignore his dry defense, continuing to add: ”...And next time, if you want to compliment me, feel free to say it to my face, don’t mumble in your heart, I quite enjoy being praised... If you have to hide it all away, how shameful can I be?”

As she spoke, she yawned widely and stretched lazily, her loose robe at that moment seemingly transforming into a tight garment, highlighting her irresistibly alluring curves.

Then she opened her eyes and looked at Zheng Qing.

The hazy gaze in the hazy light flickered with enchanting dream-like colors.

But Zheng Qing didn’t feel any charm at all.

The Witch’s two comments left him overloaded, only feeling like he’d already clawed out several large apartments below his feet.

For the first time, he realized he wasn’t as averse to nightmares as he thought, deeply wishing he were dreaming.

Yet the Witch cruelly shattered his fantasy once more. She tapped the table with her finger, dong dong dong, extremely loudly: ”Hey, don’t let your imagination run wild, this isn’t Dreamland, but my office... Of course, if you feel embarrassed, we can pretend that conversation didn’t happen.”

She really is quite nice~

”No, there’s no need,” Zheng Qing felt like every muscle in his face was stiff, exerting great effort just to open his mouth and make a sound. Even then, he felt like each word was squeezed through clenched teeth: ”Not pretending it didn’t happen... but it really didn’t happen.”

The Witch raised her eyebrow, effortlessly taking the materials and feather pen beside the table, and started to correct experiment reports.

Zheng Qing accepted the tea brought over by the sprites, swallowing it in one gulp without considering the scalding heat, drinking until his face turned red and eyes filled with tears.

”It really didn’t happen,” he muttered, his mind subconsciously re-enacting everything that occurred since he entered, lowering his head, feeling like the large apartment below his feet added another layer.

Time slipped away in the soft rustling of the feather pen.

It also gradually eased the psychological trauma of the young Warlock.

Until his emotions were once again calm, Su Shijun raised her head again, satisfiedly examining him: ”Very good, that composure is quite impressive, somewhat dignified like a Big Wizard... I thought you’d be anxious about the time.”

”There’s a slight bit of maneuverability with Time Conversion, though not much. If you don’t speak up soon, I’ll be taking my leave,” the Warlock explained earnestly, turning the conversation to attempt control: ”Was there something you needed to see me about at this time?”

The Witch wasn’t bothered by his attempt.

”Nothing really, just missed you and wanted to chat,” she placed down the feather pen, smiling at the awkward young man, her gaze lingering on his wrist, narrowing slightly: ”...Hmm, did your string of Haha Beads break?”

While speaking, she removed the string of crystal-clear jade beads from her own wrist and tossed them to Zheng Qing: ”As a gift for taking up your time... They function the same as regular Haha Beads, though slightly stronger.”

A reply, a gift.

Zheng Qing accepted in a flurry.