"Ding dong."
In the quiet hallway, the crisp sound was unbearably piercing.
After this sound, the silence intensified, and the atmosphere almost solidified.
Ethan Scott felt as if an invisible sword was hanging overhead, then suddenly stabbed downwards, piercing through his whole body. He shuddered, trembling with fright.
Shock rendered him completely stiff, his face expressionless and numb.
Suddenly, his mind was flooded with the chat records between him and [Z.].
Teacher...
You...
Obedient, subservient, flattering.
At the beginning, he maintained a collaborative attitude, but as the other party kept stalling and refused to meet to discuss cooperation, his impatience led him to lower his stance. In the end, he convinced himself with the excuse that the other was a recluse master, exalting them with exaggerated praise in his words.
He thought that such a formidable person must be worthy of his respect, probably in their sixties or seventies.
Never did he imagine—
