Growing more worked up as he spoke, the professor raised the "gun" in his hands and swept it across the group in front of him, supplying his own sound effects. "Ratatatatat-!"
"Ratatatat-!"
"Ratatatatatat-!"
"Fuck, I'll mow you all down!"
After wailing at Gu Zijin for a while, Ren Wuyang heard the commotion ahead, rubbed his eyes, and asked through his sobs, "Why did the professor bring his own sound system today?"
Gu Zijin remained silent and expressed his incomprehension.
Was this how researchers' strange minds worked? An ordinary, sensible person like him simply couldn't understand.
"Aren't you scared anymore?" After waiting patiently for a while, Gu Zijin turned to look at the group behind them, all huddled up like quails without daring to make a sound, then turned back and took a handkerchief from his pocket for Ren Wuyang.
"Wipe your tears."
Ren Wuyang took the handkerchief, hiccupped, and wiped his tears away. "They... they apologized afterward. I was just still scared when they all crowded around. They were too noisy."
Just after Ren Wuyang crawled under the table, one of them noticed something was wrong. Remembering what the professor had said before, he hurriedly told everyone to stand farther away.
"Don't crowd so close to him! He has social anxiety!"
"What? Are you sure? Why didn't the professor tell us?"
"Stop wasting time and move back! He's had a stress reaction before. Everyone, back up!" Reminded by that warning, another person finally remembered the professor's instructions and led the people behind him back.
"Sorry! We got too excited. We're backing up now. Could you not tell the professor? Otherwise, he'll go off the rails again."
"We're all backing away! Don't be scared. Take your time calming down, but please don't tell the professor. I really don't want to see