But who he reminded her of, she couldn't say.
The young boy stood, a hand press flat against his desk. He glared around at the gaping students as if ready to shout down anyone who disagreed. Beside him, a large eyed, similar aged youth pulled on his sleeve, murmuring quietly: "Stop, stop. Sit down. Sit."
The boy waved away the other youth's hand impatiently; the hall was silent. The boys were brothers, and the gentle and shy youth was the older brother Lin Ji. The arrogant boy everyone was staring at was Lin Shao. The pair were considered somewhat special students, and though they didn't eat or wear anything that differentiated them, all their servants walked with the gaits of expert Kung Fu practitioners, but even without them they were distinguished by their demeanor and bearing. They held themselves differently than ordinary scions from some official family.
Every student was a talent, so normally they all kept their distance.
