The hustle and bustle of customers in and out of Green's Grocery didn't bother the two young freshmen of Jiuyou Academy deep within the store.
Dr Xiao was always engrossed in his notebook, sketching and jotting down, seemingly incapable of diverting his attention to anything else.
Zheng Qing, on the other hand, was leaning against the sales counter, removing shorthand quills one by one from "Christmas tree", dipping them into the ink nearby, and testing them patiently.
This meticulousness in purchasing eventually triggered Dr Xiao's impatience.
"It's half past twelve now, and there's only an hour and a half left before the afternoon classes," Dr Xiao looked up and urged, "You must remember we have a club founding meeting at noon... I've notified the others for twelve forty-five, meaning you have fifteen minutes left to buy your shorthand quill and get back to the dorm."
