At the masquerade, Honma had been the only man with long hair.
Of course, that was no longer the case.
Fu Qian stood quietly, looking at the figure seated there.
As the head of the academy's key laboratory, breaking into someone's home illegally was practically second nature to him.
Naturally, his once again demonstrated master-level lockpicking skills had still managed to shock Liu Shuang, who was standing some distance away, and made her keenly aware of what it meant to never stop learning.
When he paid another visit after their parting that day, he was surprised to find that Honma had changed his look as well.
Unlike the unrestrained, unconventional figure at the banquet, Honma had not only traded his flowing locks for a crew cut, but looked like a man who had turned over a new leaf.
Even the way he carried himself had changed. He was thoroughly enjoying the delicacies before him, savoring his food in a perfectly ordinary way.
After the incident, the academy and the Night Watchers had naturally needed to provide at least some assistance to the victims.
Judging by the situation before him, the rehabilitation had clearly been quite successful.
"Hey, Honma. Long time no see."
With that friendly greeting, Fu Qian appeared in Honma's field of vision.
He wasn't making it up. What he had told Liu Shuang earlier was the heartfelt opinion of a scholar with years of experience.
Fu Qian had no doubt that Professor Chang's assessment report was accurate. He even thought the reasoning was entirely sound.
The victims of the previous incident had to be put to use.
Professor Chang shared Fu Qian's way of thinking. She had given Honma's unusual case special attention.
After all, compared with Old Master Qiao and the others, Honma was unquestionably an