Xiang Xiaotong fell fast asleep, lying quietly on her side in the recliner.
The room grew quiet. Song He picked up his phone and messaged Lou Jinghui.
"Why isn't the new batch of Sea Monster Lure finished yet? Hurry it up!"
"I was about to send out a batch, but the machine had a minor malfunction and ruined the purity. I'm rushing them to remake it now. It'll definitely be delivered to the zoo today." Lou Jinghui replied.
Song He sent back an OK emoji, switched out of the chat, and began grading his students' assignments.
The weather had turned cold, and winter break was just around the corner, yet the students' assignments were filled with heretical nonsense, giving Song He, their teacher, a vague headache.
He ruthlessly wrote vicious comments on their assignments. On the one hand, he urged his students to study harder and pass their final exams. On the other, he earned a little extra Resentment Value.
"Your assignment belongs in a story magazine."
"How did you dare submit such obviously fake data tables? Have you got a death wish? Don't want to pass the final? Or are you trying to commit academic misconduct and get expelled?"
"Your assignment makes people want to return to a primitive, bloodthirsty existence."
"Wonderful, wonderful. If everyone conducted research like you, humanity would be back in the Stone Age before long!"
"Search your conscience. Do you really have the heart to anger your teacher to death?"
Song He was well-practiced at being sarcastic, grading the assignments at lightning speed.
A pained moan suddenly came from beside him.
Song He turned his head and was startled. The teacher had silently sat up. Her hands and feet trembled slightly, her head hung low, and she looked exactly like the sleepwalking Ning Mo!
Xiang