Snap!
A small bug fell from the tree, landing on the hands of Zheng Qing and Nicholas as they clasped.
It was a wood-borer beetle.
This is a small beetle that feeds on leaves. The female lays its larvae on a tree, and from birth to maturity, the larvae feed on that tree's leaves.
At this moment, this little beetle was curling its tarsi, motionless, with two long antennae drooping on either side of its body, slightly swaying in the wind, as if it were dead.
Zheng Qing dismissed it—being hit by a bug in the Silent Forest was as normal as could be. Even if a bug crawled into your nostril, ear, or even mouth, it wasn't unusual—he raised his hand, intending to flick the little bug away.
Once, twice, thrice.
The young cost student flicked three times in a row but failed to hit it every time!
