Merely a person, Xin Chen had spent a full two and a half days to sort out everyone's type. Mr. Li, a workaholic, spent all his time beyond the basic needs of eating and using the restroom studying these questionnaires. His small notebook was densely covered with notes, detailing every rascal's tendencies, preferences, moral concepts, and cognitive baselines, and he had meticulously used different colors of pen to distinguish them. Strengths were listed in red ink, and black ink was used to record weaknesses.
Apart from the questionnaires, there were also daily summaries and some from this trip. In short, he was seriously meticulous to the extreme, showing not even a hint of an attitude that said, "I'm a thousand-year-old demon, I don't care about these trivial matters," but instead was far more invested than Gu Tao and An Ruxue—even in the early hours at 3 a.m., when Gu Tao would get up to pee, the lights were still on in Mr. Li's room.
