The Team Arrives

Everyone turned toward the sound.

They saw Luo Yunji lying under the table, fast asleep and snoring.

Zhang Xiaofan, looking embarrassed, hurriedly took an oil-paper packet from Bamboo Bag, opened it, and placed it by Luo Yunji's mouth.

The moment he smelled the aroma, Luo Yunji woke up at once.

Seeing Luo Yunji like that, quite a few students couldn't hold back and burst out laughing with a "pfft."

Knowing it was inappropriate, they quickly covered their mouths and turned their heads aside.

Only then did the teacher realize he had taken on a huge headache.

After class, Zhang Xiaofan found the teacher and explained Luo Yunji's situation to him.

The old gentleman stroked his beard, his brows tightly furrowed. "What are we to do about this? Let me think it over carefully!"

"Then I'll have to trouble you, sir!" Zhang Xiaofan gave a salute and returned to the classroom.

During calligraphy class, the teacher finally understood just how ugly the handwriting Zhang Xiaofan had mentioned really was.

"This is... writing?" The teacher held the characters Luo Yunji had written up before his eyes. His brows were no longer merely furrowed; his eyes were opened so wide they almost made his eyebrows vanish.

On the white paper, there was only a blob of ink. Where were the characters?

Zhang Xiaofan felt rather embarrassed. He turned his head and saw that his Little Junior Brother looked as if none of this had anything to do with him at all, his head lowered as he continued to "splash" ink across the page, writing quite earnestly too.

In two months, Luo Yunji made no progress at all in his studies, while the several teachers instructing him had long since begun sprouting white hairs, and they themselves had tugged out one beard hair after