The ’Senior Linda’ ntioned by Xiao Xiao is Xin Fat Man’s guide in the campus newspaper editorial departnt, a junior this year, with only a year and a half left until graduation.
A year and a half, not too long, not too short.
For many outstanding students, by their junior year, or even sophomore year, they’ve already completed their credits and started preparing for off-campus practical experiences— including but not limited to becoming a trainee mber of an official Hunting team, undertaking a long-term mission in the Silent Forest, working at a certain institution within the Wizard Alliance, or traveling the New World, etc.
This Senior Linda began preparing for off-campus practice in her junior year’s second sester, which is quite impressive.
Zheng Qing doesn’t have much impression of this senior, besides her na in the campus newspaper and occasional ntions by Fat Man, as well as her blonde hair and blue eyes, her always bustling energy, and the clacking of her silver high heels.
Hearing Xiao Xiao’s mockery, Xin Fat Man rarely shows a trace of panic on his face.
"Senior, junior, she’s just a senior colleague in the editorial departnt!" He waved his arms, his chubby face flushed, his speech rapid, sounding sowhat sharp in the wind: "She plans to participate in the Silent Forest’s long-term mission... Many classmates in the departnt gave her gifts, I just gave her a laurel blessing for good luck... Is that so strange?"
Zheng Qing looked at Fat Wizard with a aningful expression, then chuckled after a while: "Did we say that it’s strange? Is there any difference for you between calling her senior or colleague?"
Xiao Xiao also lightly shook his head, raised his hand to adjust his glasses, and sighed: "Too tender, really too tender. Let tell you, if you want to pursue a girl, acting like this won’t do..."
Fat Wizard’s face turned blue, his body silently elongated, he stopped speaking, buried his head, and strode hurriedly towards the classroom, leaving his two roommates behind in no ti.
Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao exchanged a smile, just as they were thinking of teasing further, suddenly they felt sothing jump in the grey cloth bag, instinctively furrowing their brows.
Xiao Xiao closed his half-opened mouth again.
The young cost student reached into the grey cloth bag, grabbed a slightly warm ring, and as soon as his fingers touched it, a piece of information was conveyed.
"It’s the Seven Sins."
He cautiously looked around, responding in a low voice to his companion’s concerned gaze: "’Arrogance’ is applying for another eting, wanting to confirm whether I’ve found a way to contact other organizations."
As they spoke, the two had already arrived at the Lakeside of Lin Zhong Lake.
"I rember you said he applied for the last eting?" Xiao Xiao asked softly, looking at the red Big Birds huddled for warmth by the lakeside.
Zheng Qing nodded slightly: "It seems he does have sothing to discuss... But aside from the Wandering Bar, I haven’t found a channel for communicating with other three-party societies."
The Wandering Wizards promised that if the Seven Sins completed certain tasks, they would be willing to provide detailed information on other societies, but the boy clearly rembered the complexity of those tasks, politely declining the Wandering Wizards’ proposal.
"Is there a rule in the Seven Sins that a Sin Bearer must accept mbers’ tasks?" Xiao Xiao interrupted the young cost student’s recollection with a direct question.
"What?"
Zheng Qing paused before he reacted, slowly formulating his response: "You an, attend the eting as usual, accept ’Arrogance’s’ request as usual... Do it if possible, tell him it’s impossible if not?"
"As long as it doesn’t violate your organization’s internal regulations." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, then suddenly changed his tone, with a hint of confusion: "By the way, I rember Xin likes that little girl Li ng? But if I’m not mistaken, that Senior Linda’s style is completely opposite to Li ng’s... Hmm, except for her temper. I’ve heard Senior Linda’s temper is also quite straightforward."
Describing Li ng’s temperant as ’quite straightforward’ was quite understated.
Zheng Qing couldn’t help but smile.
"People, they all grow."
Though the Doctor’s topics jumped around, it was within his interest, so he analyzed boldly: "That little girl Li ng isn’t well-endowed in the chest or the hips, she’s short... Dosticated, mature, dull, young, gentle, hobody only fits the ’young’..."
Beside him, Xiao Xiao suddenly began to cough violently and squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Li ng."
Zheng Qing sharply felt a chill coming from behind.
He shuddered, smoothly changed his words: "...Young, the longer larvae remain underground, the lower their chances of survival... It’s said that the temperature when crickets sing is about twenty-four degrees, the lower the temperature, the louder they sing because they know winter is coming... Winter arrives, and they will die..."
He had no idea what he was saying.
"Are you two sneakily discussing crickets?" The Little Witch’s gloomy yet not unexpected voice sounded behind Zheng Qing.
As she spoke, she firmly wedged herself between the two Warlocks, squinting, scrutinizing them with suspicion: "...Why do I seem to vaguely hear the words ’short stature’?"
Zheng Qing noticed she was pulling a plush bear from her backpack, the bear reluctantly raised its paw to block the glaring light overhead after being suddenly interrupted from its sleep, and unhappily wiggled its hips.
The Little Witch twisted its ear three hundred and sixty degrees, and it imdiately settled down.
"You heard wrong." Xiao Xiao decisively denied Li ng’s suspicion: "We were just discussing why weasels don’t eat crickets in winter... This habit is related to ’temperature survival’..."
He emphasized the term ’temperature survival.’
Because the pronunciation of the two terms was indeed similar, the Little Witch hesitated, rubbing the plush bear in her arms, and turned to Zheng Qing: "Is that so?"
"That’s right, it’s ’temperature survival.’
Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly, while cautiously glancing at the plush bear—he hadn’t forgotten that last weekend, this bear wandered around several academies late at night, beating up quite a few students, leaving no trace behind.
Perhaps sensing the boy’s direct stare, the plush bear’s sparkling eyes turned to Zheng Qing, looking at him expressionlessly, then after a mont, grinned a fuzzy smile.
Zheng Qing quickly diverted his gaze, turning his head back.
Sure enough, Jiang Yu was steadily keeping pace with the three, carrying textbooks, her new law book swaying lightly in the cold breeze with her stride—law books were issued by the school just yesterday as a Thanksgiving gift, a standard simplified edition identical to the one in Zheng Qing’s arms.
The Warlock subconsciously showed a silly smile.
"Good morning." The Witch cheerfully greeted.
The two Warlocks simultaneously sighed in relief, paused, sincerely thanking the Monitor: "Good morning!"
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