Chapter 1140 - Whose Gift?
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Chapter 1140: Chapter 202: Whose Gift?Indeed, the witches sitting in the front row of the classroom, although whispering together in a huddle, did not seem to support Liu Fei Feiâs actions. Even Jiang Yu only occasionally looked back anxiously.
Zheng Qing leaned on his desk with one hand supporting his head, his gaze slowly sweeping over his classmates, observing their excited, angry, heartbroken, or gloomy expressions.
A hint of helpless smile hung on his lips as the unmistakable chatter of his companions reached his ears.
"... He just had the wrong conversation, at the wrong time, with the wrong person. Everyone knows what the âBeta Town Postâ is like. Did we really expect it to say a few good words about Jiuyou Academy?" In regard to this comment, Zhang Ji Xin felt he was unbiased towards the âBeta Town Postâ.
"Thatâs not necessarily true," Xin Fat Man replied: "I still remember that last term, the âBeta Town Postâ had a report praising the educational system of Jiuyou Academy for cultivating a large number of wizards with solid fundamentals..."
Zhang Ji Xin scoffed: "If I remember correctly, the next day the paper praised Alpha Academy even more, stating they nurtured more aggressive talents, more creative individuals, rather than those who only recite spells, adhere strictly to the norms, and possess rigid thinkingâa so-called âPre-Zombie Factionâ."
Upon hearing this, although facing away from his companions, Zheng Qing couldnât help but roll his eyes.
It was clear which academy the so-called âPre-Zombie Faction wizardsâ referred to.
Faced with such deeply rooted prejudice, Xin Fat Man indeed had no rebuttal.
"The âBeta Town Postâ is a commercial paper, always sensationalizing to attract eyeballs. Unlike our campus newspaper, it lacks principles and a baseline."
Xin Fat Man was quite proud when talking about this matter: "I dare say, our reports are absolutely impartial and do not presume any stance..."
"I have reservations about that," Zhang Ji Xin tilted his head, habitually arguing: "There are no unbiased articles; at best, the difference lies in the degree of bias. I remember an editorial in the campus paper that mentioned the Moon Council coveting the Forbidden Curse, using phrases like âa dog canât change its habit of eating shitâ..."
Indeed, that was excessive.
Zheng Qing frowned, suddenly interested in the report mentioned by Zhang Ji Xin. It was hard to imagine such an authoritative and formal newspaper using such vulgar slang in an editorial.
But he didnât have a chance to ask Zhang Ji Xin about the specifics of that report.
Because Elena was coming towards him with a few books in her arms.
The Gypsy witch was dressed appropriately today, wearing a Jiuyouâs bright red robeâsince the contradiction between the two academies intensified, every student had to be very cautious about their stance; the most noticeable change was more students in uniforms, as it was the simplest way to distinguish which academy you belonged to and to identify those trying to remain neutral between the two academies.
As she approached Zheng Qingâs desk, Elena folded her arms and listened smilingly to the warlocksâ discussion. Xin Fat Man also had good eyesight; seeing the witchâs figure, he quickly used the excuse of âneeding to proofread an article in the editorial officeâ and swiftly made his escape.
In comparison, Xiao Xiao was much more polite.
"When we arenât around, Iâm bothering you to look after him a bit more," Doctor Xiao, with a textbook in one hand and the other on Zheng Qingâs shoulder, pressed down and looked at Elena, smiling warmly, "Donât let him recklessly pull out the Law book... or spit at people from Alpha Academy."
Zheng Qing immediately retaliated with a slap on Xiao Xiaoâs body.
"Rest assured on that point, I absolutely wonât allow him to violate the slightest school rule," Elena said with a âpopâ, dumping the books she was carrying onto Zheng Qingâs desk, startling the young scholarship student.
"What about him?" Seeing his companions leaving one by one, Zheng Qing felt uneasy and signaled with his eyes from another corner of the classroom, mouthed the word âNicholasâ silently.
"Letâs talk later. For now, as long as Fifi is watching and nothing goes wrong, itâs fine," said Zhang Ji Xin as he followed the doctor out.
The classroom was getting emptier.
Elena flicked her long hair and sat sideways in the seat in front of Zheng Qingâs desk.
The warlock shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"How about we sit at the coffee shop for a while?" he suggested tentatively, glancing at the somewhat dim light outside the window.
"Homework first," the Gypsy witch opened her curse textbook and glared at him.
Zheng Qing chuckled dryly and quickly took out his "Standard Spells," starting to work on his homework.
Since it was Monday and they hadnât left the classroom promptly after class, the chances were high that the spaces in the library or study room were already taken, so staying in the classroom to do homework became the best choice.
It was just Monday, and they had only had two classes, so there wasnât much homework. The two of them finished most of it quite quickly.
Zheng Qing took out his line drawing and started his routine ruling, while Elena flipped through the "Standard Talisman," correcting her grammar and sentence structure mistakes.
The classroom became emptier and emptier, and even Nicholas quietly left with Liu Fei Feiâs company. In the end, only the young man and woman sitting in the corner were left.
A faint fragrance lingered at Zheng Qingâs nose, as if someone was tickling him with their hair, making him increasingly restless.
"Nicholas is really in a bad spot this time," he sighed for the sake of conversation, his feather pen sliding steadily along the ruler, pulling out a long downward shadow line.
"With Fifi watching, it shouldnât be too bad," Elena was quite optimistic about it, "Comparatively, I think youâre in a worse situation... At least, he isnât facing school probation like you are."
A smile unwittingly curled up at the corners of Zheng Qingâs mouth.
"That incident was really an accident, I didnât expect Sepulano to be that weak," the warlock said modestly.
"No, itâs not that Sepulano is weak, itâs that youâre very strong," Elena looked up at him with sparkling eyes, full of curiosity in her tone, "Is your charm gun really like what the âBeta Town Postâ said, crafted by some great alchemist?"
Zheng Qing couldnât help but roll his eyes: "You believe the Post?"
He immediately realized that his tone was a bit inappropriate and quickly corrected himself: "But itâs more or less the same. Itâs not that the charm gun is special, but the Fu Bullets I use are a bit... The charm gun was a birthday gift from a friend, just an ordinary, standard charm gun."
Elena nodded in understanding.
In the end, the witch casually asked, "By the way, those two charm guns from before, who gave them as a birthday gift?"