"There are many children who come here to study, but few are as blunt as you," Zhang Mingli seemed to have taken an interest in Gao Ming, "Who do you want to kill?"
"I haven't decided yet." Gao Ming seriously replied to every sentence from Zhang Mingli.
"What if I teach you and you use it to kill me?" Zhang Mingli didn't look like a teacher at all.
"Only those who have ill intentions toward me, those who want to kill me, will I take action." Gao Ming glanced inside the small cabin where Zhang Mingli lived, a simple wooden house filled with "brand-new" books, most of which taught how to be a person.
"A very standard answer, with that you will have a hard time leaving here alive," Zhang Mingli clearly had no intention of letting Gao Ming inside, "Go find a chair in the school, sit down, and listen to my arrangements."
