"So that old man is really that impressive? I heard that before his demotion, he was a Vice Minister in the Ministry of Rites. Even the Lord Prefect had to bow and greet him. If his career path had been smooth, one more step up and he might have joined the Grand Secretariat… What a shame, what a shame!"
"Enough nonsense. Come help make the beds. Jing! Hey, Jing! Are you still with us? If you are, give us a squeak."
Zhao Jing looked over calmly. "Mice squeak. I'm a human."
"Hahaha…"
De'an doubled over with laughter. He said to Wang Jun, "Why are you calling for Jing? Your mind is still back home. If you need something, come to me. Asking him for help is just asking for a snub, isn't it?"
Wang Jun scoffed. "We've only been apart a few days, and Jing has already learned how to crack a joke. Truly remarkable."
The dorm room was very simple, consisting of just two wooden plank beds.
