"Tap, tap, tap." With his white hair tied in a high ponytail, Henry jogged through the campus.
He left the faculty dormitory, made a circuit around the school's main buildings, and returned to the dormitory.
Dressed in sportswear, Henry was hale and hearty, full of energy despite his age.
The elegant little old man approached the statue of Eden Academy's First Headmaster and gave a solemn bow.
Then he returned to the dormitory to shower and wash up, maintaining his elegant appearance.
Gleaming leather shoes, a neatly pressed formal suit, and a monocle perched against his brow.
"Good morning, Henry." The visitor was a teacher at Eden Academy who often worked with Henry.
Henry replied politely, "Good morning. Would you care for a cup of black tea?"
The visitor was a plump, middle-aged man with a warm, genial smile. "Then I'll gladly accept, Henry."
Henry sat down with him, holding the teapot high in one hand as the hot tea steamed in the other.
Question: why could Henry hold his teapot so high?
Answer: nothing special-just practice!
The plump, black-haired teacher spoke kindly. "It's been quite some time since you last served as a homeroom teacher for the lower grades, hasn't it? How are this year's new students?"
Henry thought for a moment before answering, "Hmm... they could all do with some proper discipline!"
Everything about that remark gave the impression of a head of discipline who had been reassigned as a homeroom teacher.
"Hahahaha!" The plump teacher's hearty laughter rang through the entire faculty residence, yet never grated on the ears.
"I heard you gave a student a Tonitrus on the very first day," the potbellied teacher continued.
Henry agreed. "That is indeed quite rare at a prestigious school like Eden Academy."
"Rare? It's practically unheard of." The black-haired