Professor Summoned by the Student Union

"Did your double red eyes scare Ilena?"

"Or did she find out you were three-timing her?"

"As the saying goes, couples may fight at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of it... How serious could it be? Right? Just give in, sweet-talk her a little, and it'll be settled! Girls love that sort of thing."

Xing Fatty and Zhang Jixin traded lines, whispering all sorts of unreliable nonsense into Zheng Qing's ear, completely failing to notice the young scholarship student's increasingly dark expression.

Just as Zheng Qing could no longer suppress the irritation in his heart and was about to draw his Colt Python to teach the two idiots in front of him a lesson, the Stick Figure pasted behind the classroom door suddenly shrieked:

"Old Yao is here?! Old Yao is here!"

"Old Yao has already come up the stairs and reached the corner!"

"Everyone, sit down quickly! Take out your textbooks and notebooks!"

At its warning, the previously chaotic classroom was like a wok of oil covered with a lid: it first erupted with a roar, then, in the blink of an eye, all the noise vanished without a trace. Only a few rustling sounds remained, as some people nervously flipped through their books or accidentally shifted their chairs and desks.

From far away, Professor Yao's footsteps were already approaching through the corridor.

"Please... seeing as I'm so reliable, could someone do me a favor and draw me a hat after class?" Noticing that the classroom had fallen quiet, the Stick Figure behind the door once again made its same old request. "It's winter already, young wizards. Can you really bear to mistreat a free soul?"

Listening to the Stick Figure mutter, Zheng Qing could not help rolling his eyes. Though a long