"Being able to keep up with soone else’s rhythm is already quite an impressive feat... You know, not everyone in the Mage Alliance can keep up with Councilor Su’s dance steps."
Betsey Black looked at Zheng Qing with deep aning.
The other witches also fell silent.
If having a rlin Gold dal, being captain of a formally registered Hunting Team, a scholarship student at the First University, and a teaching assistant have already adorned Zheng Qing with a dazzling cloak, then the title of Su Shijun’s rumored husband has turned it into an even more expensive luxury brand.
And this luxury, after the further demonstration on the Magic Stage earlier, directly elevated its value to the highest point in the entire Shanglin Garden Spring Hunt, making even Lei Zhe appear a bit inferior in comparison.
After all, Lei Zhe is there every year.
But being the rumored interest of Councilor Su, and the youngest teaching assistant at the First University, such titles are extrely rare. Not to ntion that this young wizard casting thousands of talismans on the Magic Stage with such imposing aura left the young wizards by Crescent Lake utterly speechless.
Originally, with the title of Su Shijun over him, Zheng Qing was not subject to the covetous eyes of these young witches.
But when Jiang Yu took his arm, the atmosphere in Shanglin Garden subtly changed. As an elder on Centiter Mountain might say — my girl is no worse than the Jiang Family’s.
If the monk can touch, why can’t I?
However, Zheng Qing was no longer the ignorant young man who stumbled into the Magical World a year and a half ago. Right now, he had too many things to worry about — whether it was the pressure of early graduation, the seed planted by the Raven inside him, the little green snake sleeping in his ear, or the missing teacher, everything was far more urgent and important than these inexplicable social event topics.
Not to ntion, he was already ssed up by the relationship between Jiang Yu and Su Shijun.
"You’re too kind, too kind."
Zheng Qing tried to maintain a low-profile and humble deanor, his gaze shifting away from Betsey and Vivian, looking towards the end of the banquet table, hoping a certain witch would return soon, absently saying: "...I really can’t dance, Councilor Su was just particularly tolerant, slowing down her steps."
Balash Sasan gave him an odd look.
Seeing the most beautiful woman in the Wizard World willingly slow down her steps, such a refreshing boast hadn’t been seen for a long ti. Moreover, the use of the word ’tolerance’ was quite subtle.
Perhaps sensing the eagerness in the warlock’s heart.
Jiang Yu’s figure appeared at the end of the dining table.
But beside her were a few unfamiliar warlocks, unknown when they had gathered, enthusiastically vying for her attention. Noticing Zheng Qing’s gaze, Jiang Yu turned her head, lightly brushed her long hair back from her ear, and smiled at him, as if to reassure him.
But that smile disappeared imdiately upon seeing the young witches surrounding Zheng Qing.
She was reassuring him.
But he didn’t reassure her.
Admittedly, she dared to leave Zheng Qing alone to fetch food, confident in herself. But confidence doesn’t have the sa magnitude or an opposite direction as an acting force; under the sa temptation, it doesn’t necessarily equate to having confidence.
Coincidentally, on the other end of the temptation was a guy with a history, naturally making one uneasy.
And the witches surrounding that guy were no pushovers; let’s leave Jessica and Betsey aside— the forr being famous for her timidity in the circle, and the latter constantly seeking trouble with Vivian—just the few remaining ones, whether Vivian or Balash, were outstanding and assertive witches. Such people won’t shyly hold back like ordinary witches when they see sothing they like.
"Moderation in humility is a virtue, but excessive humility can be dishonest."
Vivian chuckled softly, seemingly reaching for the glass offered by a little sprite, but halfway, her arm cleverly diverted, gently landing on Zheng Qing’s shoulder, taking the lead among the witches, securing a point.
Zheng Qing suddenly felt two sharp glances from afar.
"I’m not... being dishonest."
He shuddered slightly inside, smirking bitterly, awkwardly shaking his shoulder as if trying to shake off that suddenly landed hand. But the latter skillfully grasped the rhythm of intimate action, her fingers gently flicking along with Zheng Qing’s shoulder-shaking motion, as if dusting off so dust from his shoulder.
Then she successfully withdrew her hand, smoothly took the fruit wine handed by the sprite, and held it up in midair, clinking glasses with the other witches in the void, seemingly celebrating her victory.
Betsey looked at the cunning smile on the pink-robed witch’s face, pouted, revealing a hint of disdain—this little minx is always sneaky, completely lacking the grace of a noble witch.
"No dishonesty, so does Councilor Su know you’re at Shanglin Garden today?" Betsey Black ca straight to the point, unabashedly reaching out to Zheng Qing: "Since Councilor Su doesn’t mind, you shouldn’t mind dancing with ! It doesn’t matter if you can’t dance, I can slow down my steps too."
She emphasized the word ’appropriate’ heavily.
Zheng Qing felt a bit overwheld by this pressing invitation.
As Jiang Yu put it, he was here to make friends in Shanglin Garden, not enemies. But rejecting a noble witch’s dance invitation in public is absolutely the worst way to make an enemy.
Clap.
Betsey’s outstretched hand was intercepted halfway by another small, fair hand.
Vivian took Anna Winter’s hand and placed it on Betsey’s hand, chuckling softly: "Don’t force soone who won’t dance to accept an invitation. If you’re really eager to dance, I can lend you my dance partner... See, Anna can definitely keep up with your steps."
Zheng Qing and the round-faced witch suddenly pushed out were both at a loss.
On the other hand, Balash Sasan and Louise Cody watched with gusto, almost ready to applaud. Among everyone, perhaps only Jessica Knott never quite understood what was happening, just nervously sensing the subtle clash of energies around her.
Then Vivian turned to Zheng Qing, blinking her big eyes, as if emitting pink bubbles: "By the way, if you really can’t dance, I can teach you! Xiaoyu knows my teaching skills are among the best in the circle..."
"Really? How co I didn’t know I knew?"
A faintly cold voice sounded behind the pink-robed witch, wiping the smiles off the witches’ faces, and letting Zheng Qing breathe a hefty sigh of relief.
He turned back joyfully, only to feel pierced with seventeen or eighteen big holes by Jiang Yu’s gaze.
He quickly folded his arms, stood obediently aside, only regretting that he couldn’t escape on the spot.
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