503: Chapter 172: Zheng Qing’s Trouble_1 503: Chapter 172: Zheng Qing’s Trouble_1 The speed at which rumors spread among students is always surprisingly fast.
They seem to grow wings, easily gliding over countless obstacles and sneaking into people’s ears.
A piece of news that was known to only two or three people a minute ago, becos the talk of the entire academy five minutes later, and within ten minutes, the whole university is discussing it.
Perhaps only the pace of the campus newspaper journalists could sowhat keep up with the spread of these rumors.
Of course, along with the speed at which these rumors appear around campus, there is also a level of distortion in the information.
This led Zheng Qing to wonder if the faster a rumor spread, the lower its accuracy was.
The news of Su Shijun holding a small et and greet at the academy had spread throughout the university less than ten minutes after the Spellcasting class had ended.
Every student who knew the astrology class 08-1 was fervently recounting to their friends what Su Daxu had said in room E601 of the academy’s teaching building.
However, these recounts inevitably lost so words in the process, greatly discounting the accuracy of the news.
“What do you an I have an ambiguous relationship with that beauty?!
We haven’t even spoken five sentences to each other!” Zheng Qing frowned, his tone full of disbelief: “Who’s spreading this, soone whose brains have been eaten by zombies?”
“Oh…that’s personal attack.” Dylan shrugged and protested, “This is the First University.
Casually labeling the Zombie Clan as eating brains will trigger mass incidents…I rember so expert analysis saying that those who subconsciously believe that zombies eat brains would also believe that werewolves like eating human flesh and vampires are always drinking human blood.”
“You know that’s not what I ant!” Zheng Qing corrected with irritation.
“Which is why I didn’t punch your teeth out straight away.” It seems that only during such tis, Mister Wolfman could reveal so of his hidden characteristics of being part of the Starry Sky academy.
Based on his gentle and courteous noble image, young scholars often mistakenly thought he was from Alpha academy.
“Aren’t these things true?” Zheng Qing had a sudden toothache.
“It’s because they’re true that you can’t casually speak about them…this is a sensitive area.” Dylan looked in the mirror, carefully polishing his fangs with a small brush, while he mumbled an explanation: “So things are better left unsaid…it would make everyone unhappy.”
The young scholar huffed heavily and turned his head to look out the window.
It was noon and the spellcasting class had ended over half an hour ago.
Young scholars who had escaped the cues of their classmates returned to their dormitories early without even having the chance to buy lunch.
Because he had been discussing the subsequent series of training matters of the Absolution hunting team with Deng Xiaojian, he also had a lot of paperwork to deal with.
This way, he luckily avoided the troubles that ca after the spread of the rumors.
But there are so troubles you can’t avoid by pretending not to see or hear them.
For example, a stack of envelopes that Dylan brought back after class, had now been opened by the young scholar and scattered on the desk.
These were dueling invitations.
So of them were also challenge letters—of course, regardless of the format, the purpose was clear.
Each envelope owner used extrely mild and polite language to invite Zheng Qing to participate in the most brutal and bloody sport.
And you can’t easily refuse them!
The young scholar receiving these letters was due to a very simple reason.
That being Su Shijun’s last word at the et-and-greet.
“To , they’re all too old.
I don’t like them…
On the other hand, I appreciate young talents like you!” Dylan stood before the mirror, repeating this in a deeply dramatic tone, and finally snarled his lips: “Did you offend Su Daxu in any way?
I always feel that there’s so ‘malice’ in this sentence.”
Offended?
The scene of the little fox lady crying wildly imdiately appeared in Zheng Qing’s mind.
He imdiately shook his head, brushing these pictures out of his mind.
If Su Ya complained to Su Shijun, he would probably have already been hung up and beaten by Su Daxu…
there was no need to use this kind of roundabout tactic.
The young scholar wondered if it was more likely because of the question he asked.
“Perhaps the question I asked upset her,” Zheng Qing grumbled.
“Never let a witch choose in front of you.” Dylan warned with the wisdom of soone who had been through such a situation: “Otherwise, you will find that the one who needs to make the choice is always you…
I feel that solely based on Su Daxu’s sentence, half the male wizards in school will co to challenge you.”
“Hmm.” Zheng Qing pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth: “At least half the school’s male students still have so intelligence to distinguish right from wrong.”
“No, no, no,” Dylan waved the small brush in his hand as if to negate, “The remaining male wizards are not distinguishing right from wrong, but knowing themselves…after all, you’re a scholar from the legendary Kunlun, mastering more than a thousand runes, have won a rlin dal, faced three demons, and are an ‘experienced’ wizard!
Without so skills, it won’t be easy for anyone to challenge you.”
“I’m an ‘experienced’ wizard now?!” Zheng Qing took a deep breath, unsure of what kind of expression he should put on: “Should I feel happy about this?”
“Maybe you can continue using the thod from before.” Dylan suggested.
At the beginning of the sester, Zheng Qing experienced a similar treatnt.
He didn’t have the rlin dal back then and was just a freshman scholar.
Those who challenged him were mostly new students who hoped to reap so glory from the scholar.
At that ti, Zheng Qing followed the principle of avoiding if possible and did not end up creating any major troubles.
“Can I avoid the entire school by just avoiding it temporarily?” Zheng Qing muttered, feeling a sense of suffocation at the bottom of his heart.
If he were a great wizard, he probably wouldn’t have so many ssy troubles, right?
As they were speaking, the dormitory door was kicked open heavily.
Xiao Xiao, holding a large pile of food, squeezed in through the door.
“Can I get so help here!” The doctor humd grumpily, “This is your lunch!”
“Where’s the plump guy?” Zheng Qing took the paper bag from his hands, puzzled, “I rember asking him to help get lunch…”
“He’s rushing to write on his piece, planning to write an extra edition before the news fully fernts at noon,” Xiao Xiao piled the remaining bags on the desk, catching his breath, “Su Daxu’s et-and-greet…this is his exclusive news.
Maybe it could help him shed his ‘intern’ label and beco an official campus journalist.”
“That makes sense.” Dylan nodded, agreeing with the suggestion.
“This news is more interesting to the average wizard than reports that rub salt in wounds, such as the ‘Forgotten Tricksters of North District in Beta Town’.”
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