As students, they held a deep-seated reverence for Mr. Yin, who had achieved the rank of third-place scholar.
Therefore, unlike the other instructors, they didn't dare to stand openly in the doorway. But that hardly stopped them from standing two steps away, craning their necks to peek inside.
Mr. Yin was starting to regret taking on this whole affair.
Honestly.
'Every last one of them thinks I'm some great villain,' he thought. 'It's not like I have a mouth full of fangs. Am I going to eat these two students or something?'
'At most, I just wanted to teach them a little lesson. Make them learn the meaning of 'respect your teachers' and 'a teacher's orders are absolute.''
It was hard to say if Chen De'an and Zhao Jing had learned their lesson, but he was the one who had been gawked at like a monkey all morning. If it weren't for the great mountain that was Mr. Min looming over him, he would have thrown in the towel and left.
