Monster Hunting High School

"Aren't you going to go to the dance floor?"

Zheng Qing looked at the pair of jade hands that the witch stretched out in front of him, and was a little dumbfounded. For a moment, he didn't know whether to hold them directly and start dancing, or to hold them and bring them to the dance floor before dancing.

"Not going."

Jiang Yu raised her chin slightly, looking proud: "Dancing releases your mood, which is a very free thing. Alpha has always flaunted itself as 'free', but it has set so many restrictions on this matter that it has become a little bit Not free either.”

As she spoke, she glanced at her still empty hands.

The young public-funded student quickly put his hand on the witch's hand.

"Up!"

The witch frowned slightly and gestured to the wizard to move her hand from her palm to her arm: "...I just saw you dancing well on the dance floor, wasn't it?"

"I have no idea."

Zheng Qing muttered, clumsily moving forward and backward to the witch's rhythm, nervously lowering his head from time to time, trying to find where his feet were, as if he was dancing for the first time.

Different from the dance floor, in addition to the uneven ground on the grass, there are grass burrows and unexpected pebbles, which can easily make people lose their balance. The wizard needs to be extra careful.

"Why are you?" Zheng Qing carefully considered his words: "I mean, I thought you wouldn't come to this kind of dance."

"Do I need to report to you what kind of dance I'm attending?" The witch in a red dress raised her head and guided the dance rhythm of the two of them, spinning in place like a fluttering butterfly: "You have to raise your chin slightly. Son, look like you do when you don’t want to pay attention to other people... but you are not allowed to look at other people!”

Someone whose eyes were darting around quickly looked away.

With that glance, he could already see the curious and inquiring eyes wandering around the two of them. Many people seemed to be biting each other's ears and whispering, but because of the distance, he couldn't hear what they were saying. What.

It won't be a good thing after all.

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Zheng Qing's guess was very correct.

At this moment, many corners of the dance venue were talking about Su Shijun's dance partner taking the initiative to invite other witches to dance. Some people think this is normal, because exchanging partners at a dance is an ancient etiquette; some people suspect that there is something fishy about Zheng Qing's choice to dance outside the dance floor; and some people are fully expecting that a certain wizard has been killed by the Moon Council. abandoned by the goddess.

"Wrong time, wrong place, wrong partner."

Li Meng held a glass of juice, looked at her cousin dancing in the distance with a deep expression, and shook her head slightly: "If Zheng Zha is not beaten by anyone after today, then everyone present must have been under a powerful confusion spell. "

"Don't gloat, he has already been beaten." Zhu Si corrected his companion's mistake in a low voice.

"Does flirting count as being beaten?" Li Meng, a rare shrewd student, saw through the effect of his cousin's blow at a glance, and said without hesitation: "This method of concealing disaster is no better than hearing unlucky words. It’s more useful to knock on the table next to you with your fingers!”

"That makes sense."

A slightly abrupt male voice interrupted the conversation between several little witches. Dylan held up the amber light in his hand and gestured to a chubby wizard in the distance with a smile: "Did you see Andrew Taylor? He is with His group of friends have expressionless faces, and they look like they will rush forward and tear our scumbag to pieces at any moment... This is the Alpha who usually has a good relationship with us... So, where did your lady go? "

The last words he said were to Su Ya.

Perhaps because of the late hour, the little fox girl had already drooped her ears and drooped her tail, looking like she was sleeping standing up in a daze. Dylan shook his wine glass under her nose, and she started to cheer up a little. Spirit.

"What? Miss?"

She looked at the dance floor with a confused look on her face: "Isn't the lady dancing? Huh? Where has the lady gone? Did she go home? Should I go home too?"

"Look, it's not that I won't help you introduce him, but I don't know where Councilor Su is going." Dylan turned around and spread his hands towards the blond witch behind him, looking helpless.

At this moment, most of Linda Barnes' attention has shifted to Jiang Yu, who is dancing with Zheng Qing. She is keenly aware of the hormones emanating from the young witches and wizards.

"Classmate Jiang Yu is very charming." The blonde witch pointed out.

"It's just that the color of the skirt doesn't match the theme of today's dance." Dylan clinked the wine glasses with the witch, leaned over, and reminded in a low voice: "Zhongshan Jiang's power is not weaker than Qingqiu Su. I suggest you publish it before Before making any unfounded guesses, think about finding a job after graduation... You didn't come to the prom today to cause trouble for yourself."

The interest in the blonde witch's eyes visibly faded.

"Perhaps I should come forward to express my congratulations?" She muttered, with a hint of frustration on her expression: "The interview with Congressman Su that your captain promised me has not yet been completed. Tsk, Qingqiu Su, Zhongshan Jiang, how did he achieve this? Achievement... I think he is just a bit handsome."

Ding!

Dylan clinked the blonde witch's glass, ending the interlude.

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Ding!

The vibrato of the triangle was inconspicuous in the night, but it was unexpectedly captured by Zheng Qing. He couldn't help but glance in the direction of the band, and as expected, he saw many furtive glances.

"What are you thinking about?" The witch raised her eyebrows slightly, keenly aware of the boy's momentary distraction.

"I thought that Dylan mentioned before that there is a delicious 'Moonlight Coffee', and I feel that I have never heard of this name before." The young public-funded student did not blink his eyes, and it was natural that he said something. This is His results in the short-term assault training at Qingqiu Mansion.

In this sentence, coffee under the moon is true, and it is also true that someone wants to drink it, but that person is not Dylan, but the words Zheng Qing heard mentioned by a wizard outside the dance floor before.

Not surprisingly, Jiang Yu is very familiar with this term: "That's a doorway that wizards and nobles only like to explore. The coffee is added with amber light and maple syrup, and it tastes like a cold burning sensation... It's not suitable for you... Oh !”

Zheng Qing finally stepped on her.

"Hug, sorry!"

The young public-funded student seemed to have stepped into hot asphalt, trying to get out but couldn't get out. He raised and lowered his head like a pecking chicken, constantly looking at his own dance steps, and his body was as stiff as a stone.

Then, as expected, the more nervous he was, the more likely he was to make mistakes. He stepped on the girl four or five times in succession, disrupting Jiang Yu's rhythm and stepping on him four or five times in return.

"I didn't mean it... I'm just a little nervous when too many people are staring at me." Zheng Qing muttered, feeling that his whole head was getting hot - at this time, he was grateful to Jiang Yu for choosing to dance in the dimly lit grass. , if the two of them were on the brightly lit dance floor at this time, everyone would probably have seen his chaotic dance steps and his face as red as a monkey's butt.

Fortunately, the dance music is coming to an end at this time, and the rhythm of the song has slowed down a lot.

It's time for this dance to end.