Although in the library, faced with the 'intimidation' of his two companions, Zheng Qing was still calm and calm, talking and laughing happily, but when he was alone in private, he couldn't help but feel worried.

The good news is that this is not the first time he has faced death threats after entering the wizarding world, he can use his rich experience to meet the upcoming challenges, and, with Su Shijun by his side, he doesn't really need to worry about someone being unwise To directly knocking his own sap at the dance party.

According to Xiao Xiao's statement, "The worst has already happened...things can't be worse".

The Doctor was probably talking about the time immediately after the Daily Bugle article came out—crazy yelling letters, rows of nightmare dolls dropping heads, Halloween bonfire parades, and dead-of-the-night saps, etc. —Perhaps in Xiao Xiao's view, that is the worst situation.

Zheng Qing has reservations about this statement.

What's more, in this world, there are so many ways to embarrass a person—from strong laxatives, to stepping on dog **** with every step, to a group of colorful children rushing out and hugging his legs and calling him daddy.

When he thought of the scene at the ball, there might be a pony man with a golden mane running up to him, tearfully calling himself 'Daddy', the young public fee student felt like he was going to explode on the spot.

This strong uneasiness has not been relieved even after turning into a black cat.

Su Shijun, who taught him "Rules of Gossip at the Dance Party under the Moon" at night, easily captured this emotion from the black cat's drooping tail and fluttering ears from time to time.

She put down an oil painting that she had been explaining for a long time, and raised her eyebrows with a displeased expression:

"There are only three nights left before the ball. If you think this kind of half-hearted attitude can cope with those white robes at the ball, you don't need to come to the Qingqiu Mansion."

The black cat tightened its tail and immediately corrected its attitude.

"No...I didn't..."

After uttering two words without confidence, it weighed the heavy burden in its heart, gritted its teeth, and turned all the terrible guesses in its mind to the witch in front of it.

Su Shijun crossed his arms and listened with gusto.

"That is," she concludes, "are you worried about stepping on a **** while walking at prom, or not wanting to be hugged by a pony in full view and calling papa?  … You have that Kind of like, is there really a foal out there?"

The black cat nodded first, then its ears perked up, and it began to shake its head frantically.

"That's just a feeling! Intuition! I mean, I feel that someone is playing tricks!" It was a little annoyed, and shouted at the top of its voice: "How could I be with a centaur...that...it's completely impossible!"

In fact, the black cat really wanted to emphasize that even Poseidon was an accident, and he was still innocent until now, but considering the special status of the witch in front of him, he swallowed these nonsense very wisely.

Seeing the distraught look of the black cat, the owner of the Qingqiu Mansion leaned forward and backward with a smile.

"Just kidding, just kidding."

The witch waved her hand, helped the crooked glasses on her face, then cleared her throat, and turned back into the dignified Member of the Under-Moon Council: "Theoretically speaking, the wizard's intuition involves some ancient and powerful magic concepts. There are subtle connections to concepts of fate, divination, karma, future, etc... but in turn, the connections are 'subtle' because they are not reliable. Most of the time, intuition is just what you 'think about day and night Derivatives of 'Have a Dream', it brings nothing but troubles."

The brief reassurance—especially when these words were spoken by a great wizard—immediately gave the young public servant great courage and allowed him to temporarily stabilize his emotions.

The corner of the witch's mouth twitched slightly.

"So, instead of thinking about it, it's better to focus on the present moment," she took out another painting artwork and put it in front of the black cat: "You have to try to accept reality...Accepting the existence of problems is the first step to solve all problems." step. And your biggest problem right now is your 'not adapting' to the rules under the moon."

The black cat squatting on the desk glanced at the famous painter's work, and twisted its **** in some discomfort.

"I've accepted reality!"

It tugged at its beard, and argued in a rough voice: "Acceptance in all dimensions... the physical level, the spiritual level, the shadow level, the emotional level, the magic level, the occult level, and the alpha beta level..."

"Wait, I can barely understand the rest," the owner of Qingqiu Mansion frowned beautifully, raised his hands to his ears, put his index finger and **** together, and ticked in mid-air, two ticks are very cute Quotes: "But the last one... what is the 'alpha beta level'?"

"Acceptance that meets public expectations is called beta-level acceptance; acceptance that exceeds public expectations is called alpha-acceptance." The black cat explained it in a serious way: "Alpha-beta level~lightnovelpub.net~ That is to say, I not only met your expected acceptance level, but also exceeded your expected acceptance level... In short, I have long accepted these **** facts that this world has arranged for me."

"Damn fact?" The witch narrowed her eyes.

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The black cat's ears tugged to the sides, trying to wriggle the few grooves in his head, trying to find a better explanation for his momentary slip of the tongue.

But the witch in front of him didn't give it any more time.

"Nobody forces you to accept something you don't want to accept."

With a straight face, she tapped the oil painting with her slender index finger: "If you feel that you have been forced even a little bit, turn around and leave now, I still have time to find a new dance partner."

The black cat's brows drooped, its buttocks were as steady as a rock.

A smile flickered in the corner of the witch's eyes.

"Since you're not going to leave, let's get back to business,"

She slid her fingertips across the oil painting in front of her, summarizing what she had taught before: "... talking about art is the most common topic among the nobles under the moon, and has the most extensive participation. Someone said, 'People are obsessed with art, Because art is the only trace we have left in this world...it has gone through the same history as us, and it tells the most real joy and sorrow' - write down this sentence! If someone talks about nothing at the ball This jack-of-all-trades nonsense works really well when you say it!"

The black cat flicked its tail, rolled up a quill, and quickly recorded Su Shijun's words on a piece of parchment spread beside him.

The witch nodded in satisfaction: "...I have just shown you how to analyze a work of art, now, this painting, you can interpret it yourself. Remember, interaction is the core of everything, you not only need to interact with the work and the author , and interact emotionally with other people.”