Chen Youjia returned Jiao's salute somewhat stiffly. Then Wang Qi casually tugged Chen Youjia backward, pulling her from the doorway into the room, while swiftly slapping a sheet of paper into Jiao's hand. "Mm, these are the books you'll need today. Go get them from the library yourself—remember, help the Lauder Insect Clan and Yu Clan refugees properly."
"Oh, sir. You called me here..."
"It's nothing, it's all settled now." Wang Qi grabbed Jiao by the shoulders and turned her around on the spot. Then he gently pushed her two steps toward the door. "If there's anything you don't understand, just ask Old Zhao."
"No, sir, I still don't know why you wanted to..."
"My theories aren't something you can understand at your current stage. Don't aim too high! Start with the basics..."
"What I mean is..."
Wang Qi kept smiling, but sent a secret transmission. "I'm saying, why do you understand human culture so poorly? Ah... forget it, I should still thank you. Here, I'll pass you the opening seal for my personal study. Go take them yourself; they're all freshly baked test questions, every single one piping hot!"
Jiao also sent a secret transmission. "Thank you, sir—but what exactly did you call me here for?"
"Human culture, human culture. You're a Demon Race member, how could you understand it? And you're even a plant demon."
A look of understanding appeared on Jiao's face. "For animal demons, mating isn't exactly..."
"In short, show some respect for human culture, understand? Go!"
Wang Qi gave her a gentle push, and Jiao took two steps forward.
When she turned back again, all she saw was the tightly shut door.
Jiao found it rather incomprehensible, the flower bud atop her head clenched tight. Then she blew a breath at the Lauder Insect Clan