He could no longer be bothered to read his book further; his bottle also tipped and his food spilled onto the ground as Gu Fei's students demonstrated a verve that he had trouble handling. Pitting himself against these youngsters, he felt as if he were already an old man.
"Sir…"
"Sir…"
"Sir…"
Their questions were still flowing without end, and the lack of having a public channel for Gu Fei to shout over and address all his students at once made him feel as if he was about to go insane from anger.
"Everyone, one at a time." Gu Fei repeated this line eighty times, but all the students thought themselves as the 'one', so their questions kept coming.