The dog is here, the dog is here, Gouzi came out wagging its tail.
Its face wore a pleasing smile, its tail spinning like a large windmill.
The dog ran, the dog ran, Gouzi ran away with its tail between its legs.
Its shrill cries, like those of a little girl who has seen a ghost.
...
Zheng Qing was pondering his little poem inwardly, with drooping eyelids, standing obediently slightly behind Su Shijun, hardly daring to breathe. A similar demeanor was shared by another little fox lady in the room.
They couldn't help but be nervous.
After deploying charm to lure Gouzi out again, Su Shijun this time did not resort to gentle means of scratching Gouzi's ears but swiftly waved her hand.
Zheng Qing only saw a flash of cold light, and Gouzi screamed before vanishing again in the office.
"Is it... okay?" The young cost student asked with some apprehension, fearing to hear some frightening words from the witch.
