"Why is Teklin in such a bad mood today?"

The tall, thin wizard in the other portrait spun his pointed wizard hat on his finger, curiously looking at the irritable little dwarf. He was a portrait visitor from the next floor.

"Oh, him."

The plump woman with a small folding fan chuckled and explained, "This morning, some little rascal passed through the corridor with an invisibility charm and smeared Teklin with a booger... You know, we portraits can’t physically interfere with the world outside the frames... so today, he’s been particularly harsh on the invisible kids."

"Indeed, students pulling pranks while invisible are really troublesome."

The tall, thin wizard suddenly stopped spinning his pointed hat, revealing a look of empathy: "You’d think they’re all university students, so why do they sometimes act like little kids? I remember one year, someone smeared a lot of portraits with fishman manure from Lin Zhong Lake because of a spat."

"That incident had nothing to do with pranks."

The plump woman interrupted the tall, thin wizard’s complaints with a smile, opening her small fan to cover her mouth, leaving only her big, frog-like, sparkling eyes visible: "As for invisibility pranks, if you really care, you should suggest to the School Works Committee to prohibit students from using invisibility charms in academic buildings..."

"That makes no sense. What if the kids need to practice invisibility talismans in the Fu Lu Class or invisibility spells in the Curse Course?" A young, round-faced witch in another frame cheerfully joined the conversation.

Zheng Qing naturally had no idea that after he got startled, so much debate was happening in the corridor.

As he recalled the black ribbon tied on his arm under the dwarf’s portrait, a way to commemorate the deceased, he also remembered what he heard a few days ago in Old Yao’s office—an upperclassman at Starry Sky Academy accidentally died during graduation practice in the New World, and the blue robed students were wearing black ribbons to mourn him.

However, after being startled by the dwarf, Zheng Qing instinctively reached into his pocket, intending to pull out a stack of talisman paper, only to find a hard glass bottle. When he took it out, it turned out to be the energy potion he stuffed in his pocket earlier that morning.

This energy potion mixed with Qi Yang Oil, which has beauty benefits, is highly favored by witches staying up late and is quite expensive. He originally bought it as a ’Lantern Festival gift’, but since he didn’t give out any gifts that day, it was saved.

Using it as a ’reflective gift’ today was not too late.

With this reflective mindset, he immediately threw the dwarf portrait’s rage behind him, thinking only of how to discreetly hand the ampoule bottle to the witch.

At the same time, if possible, he wanted to ask Li Meng about what happened after Su Shijun took Jiang Yu away last night—this was something he definitely couldn’t ask Jiang Yu about, but since Li Meng was close with Su Ya, the two little witches always shared everything, so he might learn something from Li Meng.

Since he was going to give a gift and gather information, he naturally couldn’t stay invisible.

Fortunately, he’d already reached the classroom, and Zheng Qing was relatively at ease with his own people, so he bravely took off the invisibility charm at the classroom door.

But the next second, he regretted it.

"The noble Young Master of Green Hills and the lowly Moonlight son-in-law arrive in Astronomy Class 08-1!"

The stick figure behind the door shouted this new phrase it had pondered for who knows how long, filled with excitement: "He finally dared to remove that damn invisibility charm, revealing his sneaky figure and furtive eyes!"

For a moment, Zheng Qing almost wanted to return to the corridor he just left, grab the axe from the irritable dwarf, and hack the stick figure on the white paper behind the door into seventeen or eighteen pieces.

But between dreams and action, there’s always a cruel abyss named ’reality.’

The classroom was silent for a few seconds.

Then erupted in laughter that seemed to almost lift the roof.

Zheng Qing tried hard to maintain an unbothered appearance, waving to everyone around with a big smile, greeting each classmate he passed—he suddenly realized this was a great opportunity to talk to Jiang Yu—so he naturally passed by Jiang Yu’s desk, greeted her calmly, and in the split second when those prying eyes looked away, quickly placed the ampoule bottle with the energy potion among the open book pages of the witch.

"Fizer’s new energy potion, I tried it and it felt great, you can try it too." The warlock worked hard to maintain a casual expression, neither lowering nor raising his voice.

This was to maximize avoiding third-party curiosity.

Except for Li Meng.

As soon as Zheng Qing stood by her cousin’s desk, this underage college student became fully alert, and the moment Zheng Qing put down the potion, she grabbed the ampoule bottle into her hand before Jiang Yu could react.

"Aha!"

The little witch stared at the ingredients list on the bottle, making an exaggerated laugh: "I never knew there were guys using energy potions with Qi Yang Oil... Do you think you have too many sly ideas and need the Qi Yang Oil to straighten them out?"

The main effect of Qi Yang Oil is wrinkle removal.

After Li Meng finished speaking, she felt pleased with her quick wit and eloquence, feeling quite smug.

Zheng Qing’s face turned dark, about to argue, but then he saw Jiang Yu’s expression change slightly behind the desk. The witch then slammed her hands down hard on the law book in front of her, uttering a short and piercing spell:

"Lei!"

’Lei’ is the original name of the vine summoned in the high tier version of the Binding Spell ’Ge Lei Lei Zhi’, requiring deep understanding of the binding spell, high casting skill, and powerful magic to easily summon it.

With the witch’s incantation, several strong vines suddenly dropped from the ceiling like hunting pythons, winding around the warlock’s chest, underarms, wrapping him like a zongzi, and bouncing him upward.

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Qing saw the witch’s eyes, so he obediently didn’t resist, letting those vines tug him upward like bungee cords.

Almost simultaneously, he saw from above a slim figure shoot like a cannonball from where he had just been standing, crashing heavily onto the classroom door.

Bang!

The loud sound made it seem like there was a large hole in the door.

Hanging under the ceiling, the young scholarship student instinctively shivered—if Jiang Yu’s binding spell hadn’t pulled him into the air just now, he might have at the very least broken his nose from the crash, not to mention additional injuries like a concussion, rib fractures, or arm fractures.

For a moment, he was filled with sincere gratitude to the vines entwined around him.