"Yo, hard at work?"
After returning to the classroom, Zhou Li saw Wang Hui squatting behind the lecture desk, busily tinkering with something, and greeted him with a sly grin.
Wang Hui didn't respond but kept tapping away at something. It was clear that this long-neglected lecture desk had fallen into a state of near-collapse, and if it wasn't mended with some carpentry soon, the next sweeping gesture from Master Li could send both the desk and his monthly allowance swirling away with the wind.
But...
It didn't quite make sense.
After fiddling around for a while, Wang Hui admitted defeat and sighed. He really couldn't figure out what the point was of a desk design that seemed to guard against someone tunneling through to launch a surprise attack on someone's groin. Could there actually be someone who would hide inside a desk to ambush another? Was that person insane?
"I... I'll do it."
