Looking at Him Like an Idiot

Pah.

A bunch of old fogeys with no feelings.

He had misjudged them.

And here he had been feeling terribly upset inside.

In the end, he was the only one being sentimental.

Yi Feng was filled with unwillingness. After all these years of friendship, this was all there was to it?

"Hey, I said I'm about to die. Aren't you even a little worried?" Yi Feng asked darkly, unable to hold back.

"Should... should we be sad?" The old man's hand, which was placing a chess piece, halted halfway. He looked at the others, and they looked at each other before all turning to Yi Feng.

"Shouldn't you be?" Yi Feng asked in a low voice.

Everyone froze for a moment. Once they came back to themselves, they immediately got into character.

"Waaah, may Sir have a smooth journey along the Path to the Underworld."

"May Sir rest in peace."

"Yes, we're all very saddened by Sir's death."

The old men pretended to lift the hems of their clothes and wipe the corners of their eyes.

"Can you make it any faker?"

Yi Feng's face darkened.

Fine.

He had misjudged them.

Coming here to say goodbye had been a waste of time. In his anger, he strode away with a grim face and his hands behind his back.

"Take care, Sir."

Everyone nodded as they saw Yi Feng off, then turned their attention back to the chessboard and resumed chatting while they played.

"What do you think Sir is up to this time?"

One old man could not help asking.

"Who the hell knows? Didn't he say he was going to die? Then let him die. What's so remarkable about that?" another old man said.

"Exactly. The way Sir said it, it was as though he could really die!"

"Sir