"11:47? Hmm, just a dozen more minutes... But no worries, there's plenty of time. We can just sit down and wait a bit."
The teacher, pressing on Zheng Qing's shoulders, pushed him to sit on the bench inside the pavilion.
Zheng Qing shifted uneasily:
"Teacher, where are we right now...?"
"Of course, we're at school. After all, I'm here to give you a lesson."
"School?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows in surprise.
He originally wanted to confirm whether they were in a dream or in reality. But the teacher's answer seemed to offer more than what he had intended to ask.
The young scholarship student carefully observed his surroundings.
White mist rolled non-stop a few meters outside the pavilion, a huge floor mirror stood silently in the center. There was no blackboard, no box of chalk, nor an experimental table. The teacher also didn't have any handouts or textbooks in his arms.
It didn't seem like a good place for a lesson.
