"Quiet down, everyone!"
"The ones reading the newspapers... and those asleep, wake up! After the meeting, you can return to your dormitory to sleep!"
"A few more words from me."
Professor Yao, holding his pipe and leaning against the podium, crossed his arms and surveyed the room with a grin.
The classroom erupted with a splash of noise.
The newspaper readers hurriedly rolled up their papers and stuffed them into the drawers; the ones asleep straightened up as if electrified, the deep marks made by the pressure on their faces fading quickly. Some students, who had left their seats, were like thieves, stalking their way back to their seats along the aisle with bent waists and stealthy steps.
Zheng Qing noticed that Tang Dun and Jiang Yu were still standing next to the podium, each holding a large pile of documents, arguing softly but intensely about something.
