"Quick, before the sensible ones arrive, let's snag that little brat's tail hair," Doggy said in a voice as low as a mosquito's hum, fearing the clever boy might overhear.
Curious about their whispering, the boy stood up, and the dust clinging to his clothing effortlessly detached, cascading off his robes.
"What are you two whispering about?" he approached Lin Suqing and Doggy, not at all upset by Doggy's earlier words and actions, his bright eyes seemingly growing fonder of Doggy after the slap.
Doggy twitched his ears, glanced at the boy sidelong, and knew he'd be pestered if he didn't answer. So, turning to face the boy, he replied, "We were saying that even if we wanted to teach you, you wouldn't be able to learn it."
The young man furrowed his brow in puzzlement, "Is there actually something I can't learn?"
