Bipaan's eyebrows wiggled at that. He was the master who watched him grow for a long time. Accordingly, Bipaan could not avoid the master's keen insight, even though he was pretty good at concealing his true intentions.
"It was three years as a whole. After returning from your three-year-trip to a foreign country, you attended a classical reading class for the first time. Of course, you attended it just one day, which was the first and last one for you. Since then, you have devoted yourself to studying again."
"How come you still remember that?"
"Actually, I slept on it up to now. But today, right now, I suddenly remembered it as you seemed to be the same frame of mind at that time."
The master looked at him silently. Picking up the book and the brush, the master stood up and closed his remarks fleetingly.