The projection could have vanished without a sound.
Like a bubble.
But Old Yao chose a high-profile, loud way to end it, like the crack of a whip; and in a very strange way, Zheng Qing could actually hear a hint of teasing in that crisp sound.
He rarely showed a trace of awkwardness and snuck a glance at the witch.
After the Professor's projection disappeared, Jiang Yu quickly cleared the books off the desk, then took out one delicate little plate after another from her small bag and arranged them neatly on the desk they shared.
"This is…"
The warlock, who was gripping a piece of black jade stone and trying hard to make it change shape, noticed this scene while sneaking a look and froze a little. In just the blink of an eye, their two large desks were already packed to the brim. The White Jade kitten lifted its tail high and nimbly threaded its way between the plates, sniffing left and right with a thoroughly satisfied expression.
"Oh, just a bit of simple afternoon tea."
