"Who is Zhao Yuan?" asked Qiu Haogu, head of the Medical Ancient Texts research group, his voice low as he scanned the students in the classroom.
"That's him!" Ma Hanqing pointed across the room at Zhao Yuan, who was rising to his feet.
Qiu Haogu strode up to Zhao Yuan, held up the notes in his hand, and asked with a serious expression, "The punctuation and translation on these pages—did you do this?"
"Yes," Zhao Yuan nodded.
Qiu Haogu's brow twitched. "Explain yourself. Why did you choose this punctuation and translation? You must know that your versions are vastly different from the textbook."
Of course, Zhao Yuan couldn't tell the truth. He'd already come up with an excuse in the time Ma Hanqing was gone.
"Well, it's like this. A few days ago, while I was preparing for our class on the *Treasure of Life and Form Theory*, I just felt like the textbook's interpretation didn't quite match my own. So... I just worked out this punctuation and translation myself..."
