The little crow's sigh made Fu Xiqin and Pangu Axe nod in agreement: "Right, right, Ancestor, you're becoming more and more frugal with words."
Zuzi smiled lightly without speaking, looking out at the sky beyond the classroom.
Outside, the clouds rolled and drifted, as life thrived on Earth.
Snow fell silently.
Isn't it better for the Ancestor to be a quiet observer?
However.
The calm atmosphere didn't last long.
At eleven thirty in the morning, the old professor on the podium ended the class early: "These prehistoric creature diagrams, everyone please go home and digest them well. You must memorize them; they'll be on the final exam. I won't elaborate. Class dismissed."
Wu Qianman felt puzzled: "This gentleman usually can't help but drag the class until twelve thirty; did the sun set in the east today?"
