Professor Yi's imposing stature lasted for only a short while in Zheng Qing's heart.
From the end of class onwards, he was incessantly mumbling about the rigid, inflexible, and headstrong 'little old man' being a nightmare.
Even while having lunch amidst the canteen's tables, he was still constantly complaining.
"Gnarled and hunchbacked, he looks just like a large monkey... His speech is disoriented and self-absorbed... When I saw him at the patrol scene last time, why didn't I notice how awful he was?"
"Not only is he a nightmare, but his divination class is also a nightmare!" The young government-sponsored student stirred his chickpea soup with his spoon, crushing the faintly yellow beans into a mash with the back of his spoon, as if that could soothe the anger in his heart.
Xin Fat Man, while slicing the chestnut cake on his plate, was nodding empathetically.
