Du Ting, momentarily at a loss for adjectives, could only reply vaguely, "I've brought something weird to ask for help."
"What weird thing?"
Tang Luo asked calmly, opening his eyes.
"I can't explain clearly; maybe let Feng Shixing explain for himself—he's right outside."
Du Ting, unable to grasp the right words, could only say this.
"Alright, let him come in."
Tang Luo said lightly.
Feng Shixing, worried in his heart, was invited by Du Ting into the principal's office, where he first bowed deeply in front of Tang Luo, seated behind his desk.
"Student Feng Shixing pays respects to the principal."
"There's no need for such a grand gesture; please rise quickly."
Tang Luo said lightly, "What strangeness has made you so frantic?"
