Two hours later, a puzzled Xue Liang returned to the Composition Department. His colleagues instantly surrounded him, their faces full of curiosity:
"What did Mr. Lin want with you?"
"You were gone for quite a while!"
"This is the first time Mr. Lin has summoned someone from our department!"
"Mr. Lin isn't the emperor, why are you using the term 'summon'?"
"I think 'summon' is very fitting, it suits Mr. Lin's status."
"That's true."
"…"
After some chattering, everyone turned to Xue Liang again: "A-Liang, why are you quiet?"
"I…"
Xue Liang looked at everyone, opened his mouth, and after a long time, finally spoke: "I am learning composition from the teacher."
Everyone was surprised: "The teacher?"
Xue Liang seemed somewhat distracted: "Mr. Lin is my teacher, he said he will instruct me in composition in the future…"
"Really?"
"No wonder you were gone for so long."
"Mr. Lin taught you for two hours?"
No one saw that coming.
