Xiang Yu and Xiang An were studying reading and writing under Wu Ju.
But both brothers looked thoroughly irritated.
Xiang Yu fidgeted as if his cushion were full of needles, while Xiang An was practically falling asleep.
Smack!
Wu Ju slapped the table helplessly. "I say, you two brothers, do you dislike listening to my lessons that much?"
"It's not that we dislike it." Xiang Yu finally sat down, looking miserable. "It's just that I don't think what you're teaching is all that useful!"
Xiang An still had not woken up, with a huge snot bubble hanging from his nose.
Xiang Yu turned to glance at Xiang An. "Look. If what you taught were interesting, would my little brother be like this?"
Wu Ju froze for a moment, then immediately flared up. "Hmph! If you don't want to learn, then I don't want to teach!"
"That'd be great." Xiang Yu looked as though he had been saved. He reached over and popped Xiang An's snot bubble, waking him up. "Xiang An! Get up, class is over!"
"Hm? Huh? Class is over?" Xiang An opened his eyes with his mouth still half-open, mumbling to himself. The moment he heard class was over, he instantly perked up. "Class is over!?"
He sprang straight up. "Good! Finally, we can get out of here!"
Without bothering with Xiang Yu or Wu Ju, he rammed the door open and ran outside.
"Wait for me, little brother!" Xiang Yu called as he ran after him.
Wu Ju: .?
"I—I..." Wu Ju collapsed onto the desk, on the verge of tears. "Why did I get saddled with this? Waaaah..."
"I've been a bootlicker my whole life, and this is the first time anyone's ever found me annoying! Waaaah..."
Though he was said to be on the verge