Dubian Che looked at his teacher with admiration, "Mr. Xiaoquan, you truly were a natural when it came to fighting."
"Quit your nonsense!" Xiaoquan Aonai scolded, then laughed, "Sometimes students fight over trivial things and it's all over, but it turns awkward because of the teacher. This time, I won't blame you."
"Mr. Xiaoquan, why did you fight? Was it really over a love letter? Did some hot girl's crush confess to you, and then she gave you trouble?"
"There weren't any hot girls! I went to high school in a small town where hot girls only existed on TV."
"Why then?"
At this point, Xiaoquan Aonai suddenly looked confused and murmured, "There were annoying people in town, but it wasn't worth fighting... Who did I fight with, and why?"
"That's not good, sir, you are so young, and your memory is fading?"
Xiaoquan Aonai gave Dubian Che a glare, but even when they reached the infirmary, she couldn't remember who she had fought with or why.
