"Oh? Let's hear it."
Xue Jing sipped his tea and spoke softly.
In Wu Youqing's words, the Troublemaker Club was an entity as fearsome as a flood or savage beast, even advising Xue Jing to have nothing to do with them lest he be stained and unable to shake them off.
But according to Otogirusu, there seemed to be a reason why this organization was so despised?
Although Xue Jing was more inclined to believe Youqing A Dream's words than his, since he was here, listening wouldn't hurt.
"People misunderstand the 'Troublemaker'; terrorist organization, shit-stirrer, eternal children, lunatics... these descriptions aren't wrong," he said, "but they're not the essence."
Otogirusu, with an elegant posture, held the teapot and perfectly performed the tea ceremony ritual, refilling Xue Jing's teacup.
His voice was extremely gentle, like that of a well-bred young lady whose every movement and tone were cultivated.
