From then on, Qin Guan was in endless trouble. People who lay down with dogs woke up with fleas. Being around unreliable people made him seem like a bandit himself, which made the graceful Teacher Rong extremely dissatisfied.
She hit Qin Guan's legs and arms with a thin rubber stick.
"It's only been a few days, and you already look like a Hutong idler. Behave yourself! Sit straight and stand still! Where is your elegance? You are not a very good student. Real grace is in a person’s very core. Behavior reflects one’s spirit. You’re either noble or vulgar. Nobility maintains one’s countenance even when they fall down."
Qin Guan felt a chill as he imagined those two guys being taught by Teacher Rong.
That day, Qin Guan began his lyre-playing, chess, calligraphy and painting courses. They were all supposed to help his consistent good behavior.
Actually, Qin Guan had been reading cursorily about all these skills except for painting.
