High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 570 - 239 Dancing and Discussing Philosophy_1

Chapter 570: Chapter 239 Dancing and Discussing Philosophy_1

The dark purple long dress complemented the crimson-hued long, wavy hair, exuding a flirty charm under the light.

This long dress had no sleeves, exposing the ivory-white arms from the shoulders, emitting a rich, enchanting fragrance under the glow of the fireflies. The cinched waist, accentuated by the broad belt, brought out the graceful figure of the gypsy witch.

The elongated hem of the dress fell to her ankles, leaving an insinuating slit on the left side that stretched up to the upper part of her thigh. This veiled beauty attracted numerous eyes; even the voluminous fringe could not shield her from the intermittent, prying stares.

Even the witch’s dance partner couldn’t resist the urge, invariably lowering his gaze to catch fleeting glances of her allure.

Elena held a tall wine glass in her left hand, containing half a glass of amber-colored liquid, and lightly rested her right hand on Zheng Qing’s shoulder. Zheng Qing, on the other hand, cradled her left hand with one of his, while his other lightly held her waist.

The two moved slowly around the dance floor to the rhythm of the soothing music.

"When the dance commenced earlier, you didn’t join in. I thought you wouldn’t show up tonight," The gypsy witch said with a chuckle, peeking at her partner with an impish smirk.

"Dance?" Zheng Qing responded in a daze, taking a while to fully grasp the situation. "Oh, yes! Weren’t they saying that it’s the scholarship students’ turn to open the floor? I was wondering why nobody called me. So... by your implication, has the opening dance already finished?"

Unable to contain herself, the witch bowed her head, resting on Zheng Qing’s shoulder and broke into silent laughter.

As Zheng Qing carefully steadied the witch’s left hand to prevent the amber liquid from spilling out of her glass, he looked around embarrassingly, his back involuntarily straightening even further.

"You’re really too naive." After a while, she finally sat upright, her cheeks flushing with two rosy patches, her large eyes sparkling, particularly charming under the light.

But her words weren’t nearly as charming.

"You’re a college student now, you can’t keep behaving like a child," she said with a smile, emphasizing her words, "Since you know there’s going to be an opening dance, you should take the initiative to find out about the time and place... You can’t always rely on others to push you forward."

Her frank words were somewhat harsh to the ears.

Zheng Qing didn’t particularly like hearing them.

At that point, a sequence of minor seventh chords flowed through the dance music, which seemed a bit out of place. The witch frowned slightly, shaking her head, saying, "I don’t like this part of the music."

Zheng Qing, deep in thought, nodded and said, "Indeed... It could have been more comfortable to the ears with a few less notes. But without them, the composition won’t retain its charm."

The witch raised her eyebrows in surprise: "You understand music? It sounds quite profound..."

"Just a little," Zheng Qing, unable to forget her earlier advice, added offhandedly. "Just like the discordant chords you heard just now can be found in many classic dance pieces, and hunting music... To become a classic, the style of these pieces needs to be very strict. But that doesn’t mean they necessarily have to be harmonious."

As soon as he finished, he regretted what he had said and immediately fell silent.

But Elena didn’t seem to catch the true intent of his words, blinking her eyes and eagerly interjecting,

"You mean to say, to become a classic, it must blend in some unique notes with the harmonious melody?"

Zheng Qing forced a smile, endeavoring to veer the awkward conversation away, "...It could be for contrast, or to highlight the original melody, or perhaps just a quirky rule set by some obscure entity...Just as a genius always has a tinge of insanity, a calm surface often hides turbulent undercurrents, apparently smooth sailing but actually compelled by circumstances..."

The conversation turned weirder and weirder, to the point where, in the end, Zheng Qing didn’t know what he was talking about.

On the contrary, Elena seemed to relate to his last few sentences and murmured them, a trace of melancholy flashing in her eyes.

This made the young scholarship student quite unsettled.

A little elf, struggling with a gigantic glass bottle, wobbled above the two dancers’ heads. Seeing the witch’s half-empty wine glass, she flapped her wings harder, attempting to tilt her glass bottle and refill it.

"No, no, thank you," Zheng Qing immediately spoke up to stop the elf’s reckless action.

"Hehe?" The little elf twitched its antennae, its eyes wide with puzzlement.

The gypsy witch finally woke from her contemplation, turning her head to look at the hardworking little elf, giving a slight smile: "It’s okay, pour it... pour it full."

With that, she turned back to glance at the male witch, blinked her eyes: "Mixing some juice is fine... it would be good if it could help ease her burden a bit."

A radiant smile immediately bloomed on Zheng Qing’s face.

He instantly recalled before school started, the figure that kept apologizing on the pedestrian street, yet firmly stood behind Lin Guo.

"This is what I like the most." He muttered with a soft laugh, the upset from a few minutes ago had entirely disappeared.

Memories are like unbridled horses. After remembering Elena standing up for Lin Guo against Arthur·Ness on Pedestrian Street, he couldn’t help but recall what she was wearing at the time, her long boots, short skirt, and slender thighs.

So, the male witch again bowed his head, his gaze lingering between her bare arms and the occasionally visible hem of her dress.

"Do you think it’s beautiful?" The witch suddenly asked.

"Beautiful." Zheng Qing answered subconsciously, but then immediately came to his senses, hurriedly raised his head, staring at the star-filled sky, emphasizing: "It’s incredibly captivating!"

"Are you talking about the starry sky, or something else?" The witch asked persistently.

"Whenever I look at the starry sky, I always feel my insignificance and the greatness of life, and I feel the meaning of being alive." Zheng Qing held Elena’s hand, squinting at the dazzling entities above, uttering words that even he didn’t understand the meaning of: "This process is incredibly captivating, seriously captivating..."

Perhaps he really believed that he found the starry sky to be captivating.

Or perhaps he had just mastered the art of being shameless.

Zheng Qing felt the heat fading quickly from his face.

"Those sound like pretty profound statements." The witch blinked, her tone betraying a touch of disappointment.

Zheng Qing felt like he should say something, to salvage the situation.

He felt his throat going a bit dry.

Conveniently, there was a full wine glass right beside him.

So, he reached for the wine glass Elena was holding, and gave himself a big gulp.

The strange taste spread from his tongue, a sting mixed with threads of sweetness, causing his eyes to well up a bit.

"Is it good?" The witch asked, tilting her head to look at her own glass.

Zheng Qing immediately realized that he was not the owner of this glass of wine.

"It’s good." He insisted, his face going red again, but he couldn’t tell whether it was the alcohol or the awkward embarrassment that caused it.

The music from the speaker flowers just ended at that moment.

"I’ll get you a glass of Green Bee." The young student said in a somewhat dry tone: "Matthew’s Amber Light probably has already been finished by those male witches..."

"Sure." Elena’s voice also sounded a bit stiff: "There are indeed many Green Bees left... They say that the student council has moved off all the stock from half of the bosses on Pedestrian Street due to this dance."

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