"What do you mean?"
Rarely speaking up, Beelzebub didn't mind Huai Shi playing the straight man, "Are you suggesting there's something fishy going on here?"
"Isn't there?"
Beelzebub burst into arrogant laughter. "If I were the vice-principal, I'd plant a squad of ambushers in the classroom. The moment I saw you walk in, I'd just smash a cup as the signal..."
"Cut it out, be serious."
Huai Shi rolled his eyes, interrupting him, "I've told you to cut down on reading 'Tong Lin Legends'."
"'Tong Lin Legends' is history. Your Master Ma has recently taken a liking to listening about the Sui and Tang dynasties," Beelzebub complained. "When he heard the part about a horse that could hide its tail in its butt to use as a hidden weapon, the eager look on its face was so embarrassing—can't you talk to it about that?"
"I'll get him on a diet someday."
Huai Shi scratched his head helplessly.
