"Hurry up and get over here, we've been waiting on you." Yang Dongxiong slapped the table urging him.
"Coming, coming."
Xu Zishuai strode in with a gust of wind, plopped his butt down, grabbed the teapot in front of Yang Dongxiong, didn't even bother pouring, just put mouth to spout and glugged it down. When he was done he chewed twice, spat all the tea leaves cleanly onto the floor, wiped his mouth, let out a long breath, patted his belly: "Ha, that hits the spot. Haven't had water all day, I was dying of thirst.
Been teaching a few idiots since early morning, no matter what they just can't learn, I've spat myself dry, got me so mad my liver's about to explode. Then right before noon, didn't even get a bite of food, ran into some dog‑ass brat, couldn't beat someone in a spar, started stewing over it, and during the lunch break led people to block him in the dorm. They almost beat the guy to death, luckily the instructor caught it in time, I just finished dealing with it."
