"We're discussing Old Yao's elite class," Professor Yi casually replied, balancing a teacup in one hand and stroking his gaunt chin with the other, intently observing the angle at which the tea leaves swirled in his cup. "We're studying those new youngsters in the class."
"Studying?" Professor Emma was intrigued by Professor Yi's choice of words. "Studying what?"
"Who they are, where they came from, what they want to do!" Professor Yi voiced his thoughts melodiously like he was singing a song.
Professor Emma yawned expansively.
"To be precise, we're compiling a record of them. For instance, the Jiang family's girl, the Zhang family's brat, and the Li Family's little spiritual witch who loves fainting ..." Old Yao puffed on his pipe, blowing one smoke ring after another. "It hasn't been a month since the term began, and these youngsters are falling down in the classroom one after another. This isn't a good sign."
Professor Emma's eyelids drooped.
