"Fucking school, go to hell! To the fucking school administration, I'm hunting your horse tonight!"
As soon as Zhou Shaojie entered the classroom, he offered his most sincere greetings to the school administration.
"Excellent. It's the Horse Hunter. We're saved."
Shen Yuan clapped his hands, then asked Zhou Shaojie, "Have you ever considered that the school administrators might not have horses?"
Zhou Shaojie's brow furrowed.
"Ssst—"
Evidently, Shen Yuan's question had touched upon a blind spot in the Horse Hunter's knowledge.
Zhou Shaojie looked at Shen Yuan and asked doubtfully, "Then how do you know the school administrators don't have horses?"
"'Because I'm his dad.'"
"'Authoritative.'"
Zhou Shaojie expressed his agreement and headed for his seat.
Unlike Shen Yuan, Zhou Shaojie's clothes were soaked in many places.
"Fuck, Yuan, you're not wet at all?"
"Disposable raincoat, umbrella, rain boots. Guaranteed to stay dry."
