The Art of Body Transformation class had just ended, and Old Yao disappeared from behind the lectern in the blink of an eye, leaving the spacious classroom to the warlocks and witches below.
Only after finishing his notes and looking up did Zheng Qing realize the professor was gone, causing him to exchange bewildered looks with the witch.
"Right at five o'clock."
Jiang Yu opened her pocket watch and glanced at the time, casually said, "It's one hour until the next class, time for dinner..."
Zheng Qing, always quick-witted, replied, "I know there's a new place on the Pedestrian Street..."
Before he could finish, the witch pulled a delicate lunch box from her handbag, placed it on the table, and only then seemed to hear the warlock's words, looked at him in surprise, "What did you say?"
Zheng Qing choked on his words because of that little lunch box, holding them back for a while, finally responded sheepishly, "No, nothing... Are you eating here?"
He looked around.
