Using the idiom "each day felt like a year" to describe Hu Yidao's last two morning classes is just too apt.
It was just the start of school, and all the teachers were new faces, so he didn't dare to keep asking Yan Fei how he planned to solve the problem during class. It felt like sitting on pins and needles as he endured through the last two agonizing periods.
Once the school bell rang for dismissal, Hu Yidao immediately packed up his textbooks: "Old Yan, what are you planning to do exactly?"
"We have to see the people involved before we can make any decisions!" Yan Fei's composure made Hu Yidao feel very uneasy. "Maybe those two guys were just unwilling to be called out, and they might not have been able to recognize you guys clearly in the dark. Your concerns might be unnecessary!"
