"Is what they're saying true?"
"What... What... What?"
Zheng Qing turned mechanically, his face frozen in a stiff smile, his mind having started racing a few minutes earlier.
For the hundredth time, he prayed deeply for all the gods and Buddhas to rescue him from this awkward atmosphere. The young scholar even prayed in his heart to the stick figure behind the door - even a scream would be good!
But the classroom was quiet.
Even the small elves who were cleaning tiptoed, wrapping their wings tightly around themselves, seemingly afraid of disturbing the two young wizards in the corner.
"Is what they're saying true?" Elena repeated her question.
She held a pile of toolbooks in one hand and twisted a lock of her long hair with the other, twirling it into a circle.
"Do you really chant my name every day?" The gypsy witch asked with a smile, "Are you... cursing me when you mutter my name?"
