A refreshing breeze caressed their faces; the sky was clear and the air crisp. Distant mountains stretched across the horizon, clouds were few and the grass was green.
Lin Nianhe said:
"In the future, take better care of your head. After all, its existence is just to add to your height."
Principal Wu: "Pfft..."
Zhao Zhuangshi: "What's that supposed to mean?"
Lin Nianhe cocked his head and looked at him, smiling with a deep and meaningful expression.
Zhao Zhuangshi pondered for quite a while, and then in a very uncertain tone he asked, "Are you insulting me?"
There's not even a dirty word in that!
Lin Nianhe turned his head and continued to gaze into the distance, exhibiting the demeanor of a master in cursing street-style: "Like I said, even if I insulted you, you wouldn't understand."
"No, what did you insult me with?" Zhao Zhuangshi furrowed his brow and turned back to look at Lin Nianhe, "Something about a brain and height?"
Lin Nianhe ignored him.
