Nian Shutong didn't know what everyone was thinking, but if she had known, she would have said, "You really are clever."
"Today we will play with mud."
"Lian Qing!"
"Present!"
The aforementioned Lian Qing stepped forward, took out the mud he had prepared all afternoon, and placed it between him and the student professors opposite.
Then, Lian Qing went to each of the professors and students, distributing a pot of mud to each person.
After finishing, Lian Qing returned to stand behind and to the right of Nian Shutong, calmly taking out a pot of mud and placing it in front of himself.
Nian Shutong, observing everyone had prepared, without any nonsense, commenced the lesson.
"The task you will practice today is singular; only once you've reached a certain level can you proceed to the next lesson."
"Please watch my demonstration closely, you will have only one chance."
Nian Shutong's fingers pointed to the pot of mud in front of her, and all eyes followed her hand.
