"Dongxue, you don't know how long I had to pester your brother in the army to get his agreement to be here today," He Zhilan sounded a bit exasperated. "Your brother, getting him to come out is getting tougher the higher he goes!"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" He Teng glanced sidelong at He Zhilan and then explained, "I just am not used to crowded places. This is filled with your classmates and teachers, why should I join the fuss?"
"To make up numbers, of course!" He Dongxue chimed in with a cheeky laugh, "Graduation is a big deal, it's necessary to have important people around you!"
Being a mere number is not He Teng's cup of tea. When the crowd increases, everyone tends to glance at him twice and he feels uncomfortable all over. If he glares back at others, the faint-hearted would be terrified.
It wasn't that He Teng looked terribly ferocious, but his unexpressive wooden face paired with his sharp gaze could intimidate others.
