031 Familiar People Meet_2

Su Ziceng breathed shallowly for a few moments, watching the teacher leisurely cross his legs next to the long table, a familiar-looking bamboo stick resting by his side.

No wonder the teacher had arranged for the room to be dimly lit and filled with incense—it turned out the so-called master was the Yuhua Eye fortune teller from Diagonal Alley in the Sixth District.

The fortune teller's right eye emitted a blind glare; it pained him whenever light struck it, hence the classroom could not have any light coming in. As for the smell of feet, that was entirely due to his personal hygiene issues.

"Ziceng, let's move back a bit," Yan Wuxu managed to say, his face turning red and neck purple from holding his breath. They had arrived a bit late, and all the places near the windows had already been taken.