Qin Xin was busy trying to rest her eyes and hadn't even gotten around to it yet.
Little Dongju, on the other hand, was full of righteous indignation: "Master, that whatever-lice leader is seriously disgusting, okay? She wants to control what time we get up too? As long as we're not late for class, what business is it of hers how long we sleep? Totally waving a chicken feather like it's an imperial edict, doesn't even know how much this little louse weighs herself…"
Qin Xin couldn't help but snort with laughter: "It's dorm leader, not louse leader."
She paused, then added, "Besides, that kind of big-mouthed, blatant grudge-holder isn't much of a threat. It's that woman who subtly sows discord and hides needles in cotton—she's the really scheming one."
Little Dongju: "You mean that what, Nail Fish? With those dead fish eyes, she still wants to hide needles in cotton against you, Master? You saw right through her little schemes with just one glance, hmph!"
