Every morning, isn't there always someone standing in the courtyard or at the doorway, beaming as they see Song Chongjin off? Why is the door closed today?
Gu Zikai's ears perked up, straining to hear any movement from inside the courtyard, but alas, it was very quiet.
He pursed his lips and casually asked, "How come I haven't seen the old lady and the others today?"
A cold glint flashed across Song Chongjin's eyes as he replied impassively, "It's cold out, so I had them stay inside. That way they won't catch a chill and get a headache!"
Gu Zikai opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
Right then, Lang Hao, who was carrying the food box behind him, quickly tugged on his sleeve and said, "Young Master, it's getting late. If we don't hurry, we'll be late! The Teacher will surely make us copy the school rules as punishment!"
At the threat of copying school rules, both Song Chongjin and Gu Zikai's faces stiffened. They exchanged looks and began to run towards the Academy.
