Early the next morning, just as Zhou Bai was about to lie down to sleep, a pounding knock came at the door.
Zhou Bai's body jerked in fright, "Again?"
The voice of Ying Hui came from outside the door, "Zhou Bai, I know you're sleeping in your room during the day. Open up so we can have a proper chat. There's nothing that we can't talk out..."
"Damn," Zhou Bai rolled his eyes.
Ever since he had missed the specialized class the following day, Ying Hui had come knocking on Zhou Bai's door every day, standing outside talking to Zhou Bai, even if Zhou Bai didn't respond. The old man could talk to himself all day long, incessantly persuading Zhou Bai to attend classes, take the right path, and not break his teacher's heart.
