Having long been accustomed to being the center of attention, Zhu Haomiao paid no mind to such trivial matters, rushing into the Scripture Pavilion to immerse himself in the ocean of knowledge.
A small snowy white head poked out from the leather bag at the boy's waist. After a bout of acting cute and realizing its owner wouldn't pet it, it began to wander and scurry around out of boredom.
"It's him..."
"So brutal..."
"Doesn't look like it..."
"Such a drastic change..."
...
Pricking up its ears and sneakily eavesdropping on the discussions around, Diao Chan scampered back onto Zhu Haomiao, whispering sneakily into his ear.
"Shuishui, they said you sexually assaulted feces..."
Trembling all over, the boy retracted his gaze from the secret manual in his hand, looking incredulously at the dimwit on his shoulder.
"What did you say?"
"Sexually assaulted feces... squeak!"
