Gu Tao suddenly realized he seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss. How to describe it... To sum up, he felt like he was walking the same path as his damned schoolteacher father, a profession he once loathed so much that he swore he would never become such a person.
But alas, in the end, one becomes the very thing they once despised.
"What are you thinking about?"
At lunch, An Ruxue noticed Gu Tao staring blankly with a mantou in his hand and came to sit beside him, looking like a father with his daughter from behind.
"I once swore that if I became a teacher in this lifetime, I'd stand on my head and have diarrhea," Gu Tao gobbled down the mantou, "but how did I end up like this anyway?"
"Young man," An Ruxue patted Gu Tao's shoulder, "my dad told me there are three situations when one should never make any decisions. Late at night, when hungry, and when young, you get it?"
"Your dad is a philosopher."
"My dad sells ice pops."
