Mr. Shi watched his old friend leave, then turned his head. His eyes were fixed on Xu Qiguang, who had already gotten a plate and was even digging out Mr. Shi's private stash of snacks to go with his drinks.
A moment later, Mr. Shi looked at Xu Qiguang, who had arranged the snacks and poured him a small cup of white liquor. He rolled his eyes before speaking.
"Your teacher is a bit of a bookworm. Don't hold it against him."
Xu Qiguang shook his head and smiled. "I don't. I know he means well." 'He even went to great lengths to find an excuse to coax me. He's just afraid I'll disappoint him again.'
"Since you don't plan on transferring back..." Mr. Shi's finger tapped the kang table. He picked up the small cup, took a sip, and smacked his lips. "Go find Ding."
"..."
"What's the matter?" Mr. Shi's eyes widened and he glared, slapping a hand down on his own thigh. The slap nearly sent his precious treasures on the kang table flying.
