By the time Zheng Qing had adjusted the focus of the telescope and found Old Yao, nearly a minute had passed.
The professor's face was as composed as ever, showing no trace of impatience or annoyance.
This left the young scholarship student somewhat disappointed.
"I wonder what trouble the student council has caused," he muttered, twisting the telescope towards the stage, hoping to see something different.
As the school's Hunting Committee opening ceremony was drawing to a close, the atmosphere on the stage began to liven up. Many guests took off their hats and were whispering to each other, discussing something.
The brass telescope slowly scanned over the seats on the stage, one by one.
Then it turned back and scanned them again.
"Does anyone know where Su Shijun is sitting, and in which row?" After searching unsuccessfully, Zheng Qing couldn't help but shouted.
His question was greeted with laughter from the boys.
