Song He could not stop the corners of his mouth from curling upward wildly. Standing beside the bed, he tightly clutched his teacher's little ear with one hand.
But he did not immediately twist it hard. He merely pinched it, like a psychologically warped hunter happily watching his trapped prey struggle, in no hurry at all.
Xiang Xiaotong felt as though a gun were pressed to her forehead. She did not dare move and could only glare and shout, "Song He!"
"Your humble servant is here!" Song He replied.
"Take your claw off my ear!"
"What you mean is, 'Don't waste time. Start twisting now'?" Song He raised an eyebrow and applied a little more force.
"No, no, no!" Xiang Xiaotong panicked. "Don't twist it! You're not allowed to twist it! Just let go!"
"Master, you're making this very difficult for me!" Song He was almost delirious with joy. "You have to give me a reason, right? You were the one who challenged me to the Brain-like Chip ear-twisting bet. How can you go back on your word?"
"Song He, respecting your teacher is a student's duty. Do you think this would sound acceptable if it got out?" Xiang Xiaotong was frantic inside, but she desperately maintained an authoritative tone. "You've already pinched my ear, so the bet counts as settled. As your teacher, I'm magnanimous and won't pursue the matter!"
"You flatter me, Master! How could I possibly tell anyone about this? Rest assured, I'm very tight-lipped. Outsiders won't find out!" Song He promised with a beaming smile.
With that, he applied a little more force and gently twisted her tender ear.
Xiang Xiaotong's voice rose eight pitches in fright. "Stop! You rebellious disciple! I taught you painstakingly and without holding anything back, and this is how you repay