From the very first glimpse of the young witch, Zheng Qing almost instantly recognized her origins - the distinctive black and white maid's attire, and the proud aura emanating from her from head to toe, were all too similar to what he felt from Su Ya.
Yes, Su Ya.
The moment he saw this unfamiliar witch, Zheng Qing eerily recognized that she belonged to Su Shijun.
Perhaps more than one young wizard in his class noticed this as well.
When the scholarship student followed the witch out of the classroom, listening to the hushed whispers in his ear, he sighed melancholy.
The saying "When one trouble ends, another one begins," must be referring to this, he thought.
"Hello...."
"Where are we going?"
"Excuse me, why are you looking for me?"
The stern-faced maid walking in front of Zheng Qing did not answer any of his sporadic questions, as quiet as an alchemy puppet.
This made the scholarship student even more anxious.
