The First Class
Editor: Transn
Gazing out at the wild grassland, which was bathed in a rosy sunset glow and appeared as if it were on fire, as the servant and master faded away into the distance. Situ Yilan placed her hand on her hip and mumbled, "He is a really interesting man!"
However, Ning Que had found nothing interesting. It was totally meaningless and a waste of time to argue and quarrel with this flock of wimpy kids. The curriculum of the Academy provided the students with a lot of free time and what he cared more about currently was finding a way to spend that time in a meaningful fashion, like making money, or killing a man, and the like.
Laying on his bed at Old Brush Pen Shop, he looked at the name written on the oilpaper and asked, "Do you get all prepared?"