"Little David, you really do care about me~" Mr. Nelson approached with a smile, looking touched, about to embrace him.
The person leaning against the door appearing weak as if he could collapse at any moment swiftly dodged Mr. Nelson, slipping out from the gap between his back and the door, light as paper.
As the person walked out, he noticed someone still standing, Morgon Sheldon, casually raised his hand in greeting, "Hello."
His voice was drowsy, so weak that the words seemed to merge together; if not attentive, one could hardly hear the two words he spoke.
Morgon caught the familiar scent of disinfectant on him, a residue from the laboratory's decontamination passage.
Mr. Nelson finally realized he needed to introduce the two.
"Morgan, let me introduce you, this is David Blair, he's 20 years old this year, considered...your senior disciple, perhaps."
"David, this is my newest student, Morgon Sheldon, your junior; he's quite talented."
