High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2369: Chapter 590: A Skewer of Candied Hawthorn

At the earlier dinner party, Zheng Qing had a feeling.

Su Shijun wasn’t quite herself today.

Not only did she walk around with his arm in hers in front of everyone, but she also fed him grapes! If it were a normal couple, such behavior would be understandable, but she is Su Shijun, the Su Daxu who usually meets him across a desk! This lack of personal space made Zheng Qing momentarily suspect that Su Ya had sneaked a Compound Soup Remedy to impersonate the owner of the Greenhill Mansion to attend the banquet.

At this moment, seeing the name of the book lying face down on the desk, the warlock’s eye twitched, feeling he had vaguely grasped a faint clue.

Yin Zhenya, someone Zheng Qing did not know.

There wasn’t a major surname like Yin in the Werewolf Clan, probably belonging to a small family under the Mongolian Werewolves. But the big title on the book’s spine was clear as day to Zheng Qing.

Senior emotional expert, even a love master!

Anyone with normal intelligence could understand the meaning of these two terms, but with normal intelligence, no one would associate these terms with the Su Daxu—Zheng Qing couldn’t imagine under what motivation the Upper Senator would read this book.

He pulled out a pair of brand new silkworm gloves from the grey cloth bag, put them on, and then cautiously flipped over the book. It was clear that Su Shijun read very seriously, as there were many notes in the book, thick lines, thin lines, red lines, black lines, wavy lines, etc., occasionally interspersed with some insights written in fox script.

Zheng Qing didn’t recognize the fox script.

But he could understand the content of the book, among which one sentence marked in red read very clearly, ’...In a relationship, both parties need to yield part of themselves to enhance each other’s sense of gain... The dominant party daily should appropriately show their vulnerabilities... Food feeding can be a method to achieve this...’

Clap!

Zheng Qing slapped the book back down, face down.

He dared not look anymore, could not look anymore, if he did, he wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight!

He forced himself to move his gaze away from this book and unexpectedly discovered another stack of books beside it.

As he glanced along the spines, one nerve-wracking title after another barged into the young cost student’s eyes uncontrollably—

”Strategies for Younger Lovers,” author, Lin Nian;

”Thirty-six Plans of Reverse Pursuit,” author, Nie Yao Yuan;

”I Can Quit Drinking Blood—Conflicts and Compromises in Marriage,” author, Catherine O’Brien;

”The Weaknesses of a Scum Man,” author, Su Qingbai.

The last book was at the top of this stack, so Zheng Qing easily saw on the cover a handsome warlock with sharp brows and bright eyes, looking sideways, his expression profound as he gazed at the half-sea dominating the cover. The sea waves surged, one tide after another lapping against the shore, raising pure white waves that dotted amidst the air, eventually forming a dense line of small script:

The author of this book is a senior Poseidon of the Fox race, with a staggering eleven relationships in a short three-hundred-year lifetime, replacing a girlfriend on average less than thirty years, with girlfriends from various clans under the moon...

Hurried footsteps were faintly heard from outside the door.

Zheng Qing didn’t have time to wait for the elegant script from the waves to finish. His figure flickered, quickly jumping back to the spot at the door where he had just left, standing still, pretending he hadn’t moved.

Almost simultaneously as he landed, with a swish, someone pushed open the study door. In the blink of an eye, a faint fragrance brushed past the boy, making the young cost student squint involuntarily.

By the time he came back to his senses, the owner of the Greenhill Mansion had unknowingly sat behind the desk, with a document from the Two-Dimensional Evolution Lab spread out, and that face-down ”How to Deal with a Puppy” and the stack of oddly named books had long disappeared without a trace.

”Thank you for the gift.”

The witch behind the desk raised the candied hawthorn in her hand, while the other hand flipped through the document that had appeared on the table at some point, making a fluttering sound, unconsciously displaying the large lab logo on the cover to him, seeming to want him to see it clearly.

In fact, this move made her appear somewhat guilty.

But the problem was, Zheng Qing was even more guilty than her, only realizing after she ate the first strawberry that his snack meant for Poseidon had been intercepted by her mom.

”Gift...uh...well...as long as you like it.” The warlock mumbled, watching the beauty behind the desk enjoyably eating, ultimately swallowing back the truth that had reached his lips, mourning internally for the Little Fox for the Nth time.

After all, he didn’t want to get hit either.

”Is Dong Dong asleep?” He smoothly shifted the topic to a third party.

The witch behind the desk quietly exhaled, but soon showed other worries on her face: ”Yes, it took a lot of effort to get her to sleep... If it weren’t for curse-type magic affecting the development of children, I would’ve wanted to throw two Sleeping Spells on her head just now... Truly, not letting anyone have peace, not sleeping well at night, not studying well during the day, thinking about playing all day long, not as reliable as Su Ya... At least Su Ya knows when seeing outsiders, to wrap her tail around her waist!”

These words carried a lot of genuine emotion.

It was evident that Poseidon indeed gave Councillor Su some headaches. Yet comparing Su Ya to Poseidon left Zheng Qing somewhat speechless.

”Su Ya is much older than Dong Dong, being more sensible is natural.” The young cost student whispered, ”After all, Dong Dong is not even two years old, don’t give her too much pressure...”

The witch behind the desk gave him a stern look: ”Two is not so young! Some ephemeral magical beings can grasp vast magical knowledge within a few months of being born... Dong Dong isn’t much worse compared to them! When I think she might fail exams in the future or even rank at the bottom, it makes me feel suffocated.”

She angrily bit down another strawberry.

Zheng Qing glanced at her strawberry-stained lips, awkwardly turning his gaze away, stammering, ”Exams...well, where there are people at the top, there are people at the bottom, it’s not that serious...”

”No, it’s very serious!” Her tone became increasingly serious: ”I’m the youngest Big Wizard in the Moon Council, my grades in school never fell below excellent, and you’re a cost student at the school... Dong Dong performing too poorly academically would make outsiders doubt the upbringing of Qingqiu! That is absolutely unacceptable!”

From her determined tone, Zheng Qing could almost foresee the Little Fox’s miserable childhood, silently mourning for her inside for a long time.

”What do you think?” Su Shijun’s eyes fixed intently on Zheng Qing.

The young man wore a serious expression: ”I think you’re absolutely right...very reasonable! Dong Dong has already grown up, it’s time to adjust her study plan.”

Indeed, everyone turns into the kind of adult they despised as a child when they grow up.