Hong Jiang spoke with a grin on his face. His words seemed quite sincere, but his expression and demeanor didn't show any sincerity at all. Principal Qu saw this and was utterly infuriated.
"Old Hong, have I, Old Qu, done anything that bothers you?"
Hong Jiang shook his head: "Listen to you, what's bothering me? You... you're just too confident in yourself. That shriveled, skinny, haggard little squirt, even if it's used to wedge the table leg, wouldn't bother me even if it stood on tiptoe."
Principal Qu: "..."
In an instant, Principal Qu's face turned dark.
Old Hong's mouth was unsurprisingly full of crap; quarreling with someone like him is a loss of dignity.
Old Qu thought to himself, took several deep breaths, and finally swallowed his anger.
Then.
Hong Jiang didn't stoke the fires or shout aimlessly, but his words were like dropping a stone into a pond, stirring up waves of commotion...
