The mist cleared away.
Three challengers were tied up like rice dumplings by thick vines and hung on a plane tree nearby, their faces flushed as they struggled, unable to break free for a moment.
The young scholarship student they surrounded was long gone.
Zheng Qing was ultimately able to walk openly in Jiuyou Academy, not by relying on a simple hood or the face of Su Daxu, nor his ordinary looks, and certainly not the peculiar nicknames given by Ms. Pulitzer.
In a Magic School, it's always magic that speaks.
After defeating dozens of various challenges, the male students of Jiuyou Academy finally pinched their noses and tacitly accepted the understated presence of a certain shameless individual.
Of course, the young people of Jiuyou generally still abide by the rules and want to save face.
