Perhaps because they both had an endlessly unfinished notebook, Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao felt a strong sense of understanding when they were together.
Just like now.
Both of them sensed the slowly flowing atmosphere of unease in the air.
Xiao Xiao, holding his black-covered notebook, quietly moved a few steps further away.
He hated trouble.
Meanwhile, Zheng Qing reached into his gray cloth bag.
He wasn't afraid of trouble.
The only thing he was worried about was that his gray cloth bag contained almost no talismans for combat.
During his long calligraphy practice, Zheng Qing spent most of his time reviewing talisman characters. The complete charms his teacher taught him were very few, and almost all of them were talismans for calming the mind and nourishing the spirit.
The only one that might have some effect on these second-year students was probably the suppression talisman.
Zheng Qing pulled out a talisman Post and began to tear off the fully drawn talismans from the Post page by page.
This was a 'suppression' talisman Post, and it was also Zheng Qing's daily calligraphy practice Post.
The talismans in the Post were all already drawn and could be activated at any time.
For him, talismans were like the large characters he copied every day; as long as he tore them from the Post, there would always be more.
In the center of the field.
The blond, white-robed senior narrowed his eyes, raised the stemmed wine glass in his hand, nodded towards Lan Que, then turned to Lin Guo, and slowly said in an arrogant and reserved tone, "Accept the invitation, and you will gain Sir Friedman's friendship."
Friedman?
Some of the students watching seemed to know the name, and they whispered to each other.
The originally furious milk tea shop owner and several other neighbors hesitated, then retreated back into their own shops.
It seemed this guy was a celebrity?
Zheng Qing, tearing the Post, glanced at Xiao Xiao.
Xiao Xiao buried his head in his black-covered notebook and said nothing.
"I don't want to!" Lin Guo refused loudly again.
The blond, white-robed senior's smile vanished, and he looked at the little boy expressionlessly.
The atmosphere in the field instantly solidified.
Lan Que patted Lin Guo's shoulder and said very seriously, "You are very brave, I approve of you!"
Lin Guo looked at Lan Que, his eyes sparkling, and nodded heavily.
"Remember! Not everyone can gain my approval!" Lan Que leaned on his sword, raising his head proudly.
The blond, white-robed senior's face darkened, and the stemmed wine glass in his hand shattered with a 'crack'.
Scattered glass shards fell from his hand, glinting with an unsettling light under the dim streetlights.
The other Alpha students slowly swayed around Lan Que, looking at him with ill intent.
The situation was on the verge of erupting.
The onlookers consciously took a few steps back.
"Hey, Lan Que, did you see where Shi Yuan is?" Zheng Qing greeted loudly, his hands in his robe, clutching the talismans he had just torn off. He casually walked to the diagonal rear of the tall, white-robed senior, looking around as if searching for someone.
Lin Guo looked at Zheng Qing happily.
Lan Que glanced at Zheng Qing, his lips moved, and in the end, he only managed a slight smile.
Zheng Qing's expression was calm, but he was frantically complaining internally, imagining himself with a bruised and swollen face later.
"Oh, I saw him." A medium-built, sturdy boy with a reddish face but somewhat dark skin and a crew cut pushed through the people beside him, walked behind another white-robed student, and casually waved at Zheng Qing, revealing a black glove in his palm: "The little monk seems to have gone to eat vegetarian food."
It was Zhang Jixin.
Zheng Qing's face broke into a brilliant smile: "What a coincidence!"
"How unlucky!" Zhang Jixin tightened his glove, his face conflicted, and he muttered, "Why is it that every time I meet you, nothing good happens?"
"What?" Zheng Qing didn't hear clearly.
"I mean, if I don't deal with this, my brother will break my legs if he finds out," Zhang Jixin said, glaring at him fiercely.
More and more students gathered on the street, all curiously watching them.
Red-robed, blue-robed, and white-robed freshmen challenging white-robed seniors together?
It looked quite interesting!
"Oh, oh, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! I really didn't see you here!" A slightly flustered female voice rang out: "I'm really sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"
Zheng Qing turned his head, blinked, and couldn't help but smile.
The slender, white-robed student who had just vanished into thin air was now squatting on the ground, holding his leg and gasping for air, grimacing.
And a tall, slender girl with a red short skirt, black knee-high boots, wine-red wavy hair, and a pair of large black eyes was standing to the side, apologizing in a flustered manner.
"I'm really sorry, I was playing cards and didn't see anyone in front of me." The girl's face was apologetic, but the light blue deck of cards in her hand rustled, showing no sign of stopping.
"No, it's okay." The thin, black-robed student gritted his teeth, gasped, and tilted his head weakly, staring at the gleaming blue cards in the girl's hand.
"Ah! Pervert!" The card-playing girl shrieked, covered her short skirt with one hand, clutched her cards with the other, and launched a powerful kick.
The thin Alpha boy covered his lower body, his eyes bulging, his mouth open, silently gasping for air.
The onlookers collectively shivered.
Zheng Qing swallowed, and the cowlick on top of his head quickly drooped.
"It was his eyes that were wandering." The girl pouted, still looking apologetic, but the blue playing cards still fluttered in her hand like a windmill.
"Is this classmate alright!" A somewhat dull voice sounded from nearby: "Which classmate can lend a hand? He seems to have fallen quite hard!"
Zheng Qing looked in the direction of the voice. A tall, blue-robed boy was supporting the thin boy who had just been bumped by Lan Que, holding one of his arms and propping him up, constantly saying to go to the School Hospital, but his eyes kept glancing at the center of the field, and his feet didn't move at all.
Several blue-robed students shouted, gathering around, encircling the thin boy.
Looking around, Zheng Qing grinned foolishly, his mind blank, but an unusual impulse was churning and roaring within him.
Lin Guo cried loudly.
Lan Que gently patted his head.
The blond, white-robed Alpha senior sneered, slowly wiggled his index finger, and laughed, "Although I admire your actions, this is an internal Alpha matter. Aren't you schoolmates overstepping a bit?"
He emphasized the words 'schoolmates'.
"Get lost, you son of a bitch, if you want to fight, fight; if not, get lost!" Zhang Jixin's slightly red face grew brighter and brighter. He loosened and tightened his hands, roaring impatiently.
Zheng Qing instantly felt great.
The blond senior's face stiffened, then darkened.
Although his long-held composure made him swallow his vulgar words, his gloomy face showed his attitude more clearly than ever.
After a moment of silence, he finally asked slowly and firmly, "So, you are determined to defile Sir Friedman's honor."
"Who is Friedman?" Zhang Jixin shouted impatiently, "Don't keep saying Friedman as if he's your father."
The students watching burst into laughter.
Several blue-robed students even cheered loudly, as if fearing the world wasn't chaotic enough.
The blond Alpha student had not expected to be subjected to such an insult verbally. His face flushed red, and he trembled with anger.
Clap, clap, clap!
Streetlights within tens of meters on the street exploded one after another.
The dim sky descended once again.
The onlookers shrieked repeatedly.
Arthur Ness's clear and low voice hovered over the street: "I, Arthur Ness, on behalf of Sir Friedman, express regret for your unfriendly actions."
The stockiest white-robed student moved at the sound, his eyes bloodshot, roaring and stomping heavily, swinging his fists towards Zhang Jixin.
"Good!" Zhang Jixin laughed grimly, raising both fists and fiercely meeting the attack.
Zheng Qing's taut nerves snapped instantly. He frantically scattered the talismans in his hand towards the center of the field, throwing them at Arthur Ness, who was not far away.
Another tall, thin Alpha student spread his hands, floated in mid-air, and began to chant. Two streams of fierce flames slowly appeared between his hands.
Lan Que frowned, rubbed his hand a few times, but ultimately did not draw his long sword, merely raising the sword body and pointing it forward.
Beside him, Xiao Xiao, who had been burying his face in his notebook, finally looked up. He sighed and adjusted his glasses.
"Don't pull out your spell book! Solve the problem with your fists!"
The student with the watermelon haircut yelled, waving his black hard-covered notebook, and charged forward.