Yang Xiao had once caught a glimpse of Teacher Wang from a distance, and that chilling long neck left him with an indelible memory of terror.
"Back then, you were the only one in the class who didn't stab him in the back; that was probably his only solace," Song Yan sighed with rare sincerity.
"My grandmother taught me from a young age that although we are poor, we must have integrity and not take ill-gotten gains; even more, we must know how to be grateful and repay kindness."
"Teacher Wang was a good person. He found out about my grandmother's illness during a home visit and since then he took great care of me and my grandmother. He would cook eggs for me to supplement my nutrition and even ask someone to buy medicine from the town for my grandmother. No one has ever been so kind to us."