Song Ciwan asked Mr. Gao if saving living beings was part of the chapter on benevolence.
Her underlying meaning was that she was defining Mr. Gao's class as a lesson in benevolence.
Mr. Gao's eyes widened. The tentacles in his left eye socket pulsed, extending and retracting, while his right eyeball spun round and round. He seemed unwilling to be led by the nose by Song Ciwan, yet for a moment, he couldn't think of a suitable rebuttal.
Or perhaps, it wasn't that he couldn't refute her, but that he couldn't bear to part with the "gift" Song Ciwan had just mentioned.
Mr. Gao always had a little more tolerance for a student who could consistently provide him with money.
The feelers on his feet slapped against the wet mud. He reined in his earlier delight, let out a grunt, and stared at Song Ciwan. "What? Xin Mian, don't tell me... you want me to personally save this donkey?"
