"Thank you."
The young man raised his glass of orange juice and gently clinked it with the witch's, intending to quickly withdraw. But at that moment, the witch's voice, as if in casual conversation, reached his ears:
"Speaking of the fat guy working overtime, I have a friend who works at the Beta Town Post. She said the editor got hold of some big news last night, about the school covering up the winter hunting incident..."
Zheng Qing abruptly halted his raised foot, turning around somewhat awkwardly.
"Winter hunting incident?"
The young postgraduate student forced a smile, trying hard to appear curious: "Weren't there no casualties this time in the winter hunt? How could there be an incident? Is the Beta Town Post trying to make up some big news again..."
The last remark was something the campus newspaper often used to tease the post, and Zheng Qing had heard the fat guy say it many times, so he had learned it too.
