Monster Hunting High School

"Yes, what's the matter?"

After leaving the classroom door and following Su Shijun to the corner, the young public-sponsored student realized what he was doing, and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you wait until after class..."

Before he finished speaking, he shut up first.

Because he got the most benefit from this situation. Not only could he avoid napping in the classroom, but he would also not be watched by the whole school.

You know, it is class time now, and most of the students are in their own classrooms. The corridors are empty, and even the portraits on the walls are visiting in twos and threes. According to the scene that just happened in the classroom, Zheng Qing can definitely Imagine what the consequences would be if Su Shijun came to find him after class.

"The weather is nice today, I'll take you shopping for clothes."

The witch didn't pay attention to the boy's little confusion and answered the previous question in a brisk tone.

"ha?"

The young public-sponsored student was confused for a moment and a little flattered: "Buying clothes? What clothes to buy? You can just send me an order...and, is this a reason to miss class?"

"Isn't this reason enough to skip class?" Su Shijun looked at Zheng Qing with a surprised look on his face, seemingly unable to understand his confusion at the moment.

Zheng Qing opened his mouth.

Then closed again.

He realized that there might be differences in the way of thinking between male and female witches on this issue. After a pause, he thought of another question, opened his mouth again, and whispered in a low voice: "You can ask Su Ya or Su Man to come to me. of……"

"Su Ya has to clean the floor, and Su Man has other tasks." At this point, Su Shijun suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked sideways at the young public-funded student: "You don't seem to be happy for me to come to you?"

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that."

The wizard waved his hands repeatedly, trying to find a suitable explanation, but couldn't find it for a while. While he was thinking hard, the witch beside him suddenly stopped and raised his arm.

"Catch me," she ordered.

"Um?"

Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment, looked at the arm that was close at hand, and looked around guiltily. After confirming that no one was there, he carefully stretched out two fingers and pinched the corner of the witch's sleeve: "Why..."

"Are you planning to walk all the way back to Qingqiu Mansion with me? Hurry up!"

The witch interrupted her mother-in-law's boy impatiently, grabbed his arm, passed it through her arm, snapped her fingers with her other hand, and shouted softly:

"escape!"

In a daze, the two of them were already standing in the small garden of Qingqiu Mansion.

Su Ya was facing the garden, sticking her butt out, and scrubbing the wooden floor outside the porch diligently. Her two furry ears stood up in her hair energetically - it was very rare that this time her tail was not hanging out.

The owner of Qingqiu Mansion curled his lips.

"It's me, not Su Man." She reminded lazily, then tilted her head and whispered to Zheng Qing, "I bet she was lying there and taking a nap before I escaped from the light."

This description gave Zheng Qing an inexplicably familiar sense of déjà vu.

But at the same time, the close contact with the witch made him freeze half of his body. The faint fragrance penetrated into his nostrils unconsciously, and the words he spat out seemed to contain strange magic power, making the other half of the young wizard's body also tremble. The cake fell quickly.

Hearing Su Shijun's greeting, the hard-working figure in the hallway slackened visibly.

Su Ya turned around, her ears hanging wilfully on her hair, and looked at the owner of the mansion:

"Miss...ah!"

Before she finished her sentence, the little fox girl jumped up from the floor excitedly, her ears popped up again, and she pointed at Zheng Qing, angrily: "What are you doing? Where are you putting your hands?!"

Only then did Zheng Qing realize that his hand was still in Su Shijun's arm, and he was so frightened that he shrank back as if he was electrocuted.

Su Shijun stared at the little fox girl angrily.

Then, with the little fox girl's dull eyes, she grabbed Zheng Qing's hand and put it on her arm again.

"You need to get familiar with all this as soon as possible."

She took off her glasses without caring, and allowed the wizard beside her to turn into a clumsy puppet again. Her attitude was a little more serious: "In seven days, you will go to the Moonlight Dance Party with me. Do you plan to go to the Moonlight Dance Party with me then?" You are so dull, do you want me to use puppet magic to control your every move? The puppet's movements are smoother than yours now."

This joke is not funny at all.

The young public-funded student reluctantly twitched his lips and showed an ugly smile.

"Don't be so nervous."

The witch patted the back of his hand comfortingly. Unexpectedly, this action caused the wizard to step on his right foot with his left foot, and he almost fell into the flower hall. She had to hold the wizard who was about to fall. After a while, she remembered what she had just said. In the words: "...The essence of dance is social interaction... Only if you continue to appear in the spotlight and in the eyes of others can everyone become more and more accustomed to the relationship between us... By the way, you can dance, right?" "

At this moment, Zheng Qing felt like he was stepping on cotton with every step he took. He was flustered and short of breath, and his mind went blank, so Su Shijun had to repeat his question again: "How many dances can you dance?"

"Dance, dance?"

Zheng Qing finally regained his senses from the blankness. He subconsciously remembered the scene at the school hunting party last year. His mood suddenly became much lower and he murmured: "I know a little ballroom dancing."

Su Shijun glanced at him.

"It's not enough to know a little bit." She shook her head, as if she was talking to herself: "You have to go out with me. If you step on someone's foot... I'm not afraid of Qingqiu's embarrassment... I'm just worried that you will be beaten up again after the ball."

The word "beaten up" immediately reminded Zheng Qing of some bad memories.

"When you said you were buying clothes, did you mean clothes for the ball?" He perked up a little and remembered the reason why the witch took him away from the classroom today.

"Bingo!"

Su Shijun snapped his fingers, and his hand immediately doubled in orange juice.

"As Su Shijun's man, you must always maintain a certain degree of respectability in front of the public." She took a sip of juice, glanced at Zheng Qing's wide robe, and added meaningfully: "If the clothes are too wide, they will not be able to keep out the cold wind under the moon, and you will shiver when walking on the road... In short, you should prepare some new clothes that fit you, otherwise you will only shiver all night." Because he likes to hide all kinds of small things under his robe like an old-school wizard, Zheng Qing now wears a robe that is several sizes larger than his body size, which does look a bit draggy. The young public student blushed slightly, twisted his body a little uneasily, and muttered: "Oh... You can give me the list... It's not too late for me to go after class in the evening." "Why wait until tomorrow?" The witch raised her eyebrows slightly. Just as she was about to speak, Su Man, the head maid, appeared quietly at the edge of the flower hall and whispered: "Miss, the tailors of Lu Xi Fang and Fu Di Chui have arrived."