High School of Demon Hunting-Chapter 2371 - 592: Physical Examination

Discussing words like poop, pee, and fart at the dinner table has always been looked down upon.

But Su Shijun was too beautiful.

This inexplicably cast a dazzling glow on every word she spoke, making it hard for anyone to notice anything inappropriate about those particular words at the dinner table.

If it were someone else, the difference would be immediate.

"If everyone thinks it’s dirty and no one is willing to do it, then the world would have become a cesspool long ago." Zheng Qing said this, finally realizing that the examples the witch had just listed seemed a bit inappropriate, and suddenly the fried egg in his toast felt less appetizing. He summarized hastily, "Someone has to be the cleaner. That’s a concept even children understand."

He glanced at Poseidon.

A fox maid was using a fork to pick up a piece of fried egg, feeding it to the little fox’s mouth. Perhaps because the warlock had just used a dirty word, the little fox kept shaking its head, stubbornly refusing to eat the yolk.

Then Su Shijun glanced at her.

The little fox obediently opened its mouth.

Zheng Qing felt that he would probably never reach this level in his lifetime.

"Professional things should be left to professionals. You are not a real ’cleaner’; pursuing this any further is dangerous." The witch shook her head, frowning slightly, signaling the warlock to get closer.

Zheng Qing quietly slowed his breathing, a trace of tension and unease rising in his heart. On one hand, because the distance between him and Su Shijun was getting closer, but on the other hand, because the seriousness of the witch at this moment gave him a faint sliver of hope.

Logic told him that the therapists at the school hospital and those experienced big wizards at the dinner couldn’t find anything, so it was also unlikely for Su Shijun, who had been advancing for less than two years, to discover anything.

But what if.

What if the Qingqiu Su Family had some hidden magic skills, or what if the Upper House members of the Moon Council mastered some kind of advanced healing magic? He tried to empty his mind, racking his brains, trying to continue the previous topic to divert his attention at this moment.

Poseidon tilted her head, watching the warlock and the witch get closer and closer, her cheeks slowly moving, unsure if she could continue watching the scene unfold.

She quickly glanced at the maid beside her, saw the other calmly cutting breadcrumbs for her, and her heart settled. The tip of her tail wiggled joyfully, her eyes widening with excitement.

"Why is there danger?"

Zheng Qing repeated the witch’s last words as if in a dream, his voice carrying an almost imperceptible tremor because as they got closer, the witch’s cold fingers were massaging his knuckles one by one, moving from his fingertips to his wrist, and then to his elbow.

"Because it causes panic." Su Shijun’s expression was serious, her voice as calm as ever, as if she were not pinching a boy but a piece of wood: "An individual can stay calm and rational, but a group of people..."

She let out a soft hum, as if mocking the entire world,

"...a group of people is stupid, short-sighted, crazy, and dangerous. Every wizard should maintain a ’prudent independence,’ a safe distance and state of solitude, because panic spreads so easily among crowds. It’s hard to keep a group of people rational... Do you remember what happened to you last Halloween? You weren’t even a black wizard, yet they dared to hold a barbecue ceremony for you."

She slightly curled the corners of her mouth, showing a bit of teasing smile.

But because the examination was getting deeper, and the distance between the two of them was getting closer, Zheng Qing couldn’t fully grasp the tease in her smile and just felt that he was so nervous he could barely breathe.

Especially as the strands of the witch’s hair on her cheek, gently swayed with their breath and the soft breeze in the room, brushing against his cheek and the tip of his nose, making him feel like he would sneeze any moment.

Su Shijun immediately noticed the naughty strands of hair on the warlock’s flushed face, chuckling: "Help me tie up my hair."

"Ah?"

Zheng Qing was stunned, even forgetting to sneeze, but in the next second, Su Man, the head housemaid, appeared silently behind the owner of the Greenhill Mansion, swiftly tying her hair into a simple bun, revealing an elegant, long white neck.

The warlock’s face continued to flush as he instinctively closed his eyes. But this time it wasn’t because of the teasing hair but because he had almost stood up, thinking the witch was asking for his help.

This awkward feeling was even stronger than the urge to sneeze before.

The gentle and charming fragrance filled Zheng Qing’s every slow breath, making him a bit dizzy, and he unknowingly blurted out the thoughts he had been pondering for so long: "The school is everyone’s school, and everyone is obligated to maintain it... Do you know about aquariums? They’re used to hold ornamental fish. If one fish in the tank gets sick, within a week, all the fish in the tank will turn belly up, and then the aquarium will start to turn black and smell. We can only empty, disinfect, and then start over... Relative to the entire wizard world, the First University is like a big tank, and those ravens are like the sick fish. We cannot wait until all the fish have turned belly up before taking action..."

"A very persuasive example, I didn’t expect you to think about problems from such a high perspective already."

Su Shijun teased, her voice close at hand, the warm scent washing over Zheng Qing’s face one wave after another, but he didn’t dare open his eyes, for the witch was unabashedly stretching out her hands, massaging every inch of bone on the warlock’s body, the magic power fizzling from her fingertips like gentle electric currents, causing the warlock to tremble continuously.

But she changed her tone, not fully agreeing with Zheng Qing’s viewpoint: "I think it’s a little early for you to be thinking about these issues. Perhaps when you grow taller, see further, and learn more, you’ll find that fish might not be sick but might just be trying to adopt a different lifestyle, climbing out of the water onto the rocks in the tank’s artificial mountains to breathe air... as long as it hasn’t died, it’s hard to pollute this tank... At worst, the tank has an owner, and the owner will scoop it out when it gets sick... Okay, you can open your eyes now; don’t let Dong Dong think I’m going to eat you."

Chirp chirp chirp chirp!

A hurried explanation came from Poseidon, but Zheng Qing only felt hazy, unable to hear anything clearly.

The fingers withdrew, the fragrance gradually fading, and the invisible oppressive sensation close at hand suddenly vanished. The boy finally had the courage to open his eyes, unsurprisingly finding that the witch who had been getting closer and closer had resumed her straight sitting posture.

He cleared his throat, awkwardly shifting in his seat.

"What a naughty little bean... Don’t be too worried for now either." Su Shijun gave him a sideways glance, a thoughtfulness in her eyes: "You two eat slowly, and after breakfast, remember to supervise Dong Dong in completing her homework for today... Sister Man has the schedule. No candy for her. No cold foods either."

The little fox shook its ears, both aggrieved and excited.

Watching the witch with anticipation as she stood up and left the dining room directly.