"It's this pie, just a bit gross to eat."
"If Su Yinhe and Lin Murong's classes were bearable, Chi Yan's were even more outrageous."
"Son of a bitch, grabbing a knife, teaching them to cut themselves open, to perform surgery on themselves."
"No injuries on their bodies, yet they had to slice themselves open for demonstration?"
"Why the hell didn't he demonstrate on himself?"
"After a class, three hours long, each student had several new wounds."
"Not deep, not fatal, just painful."
"And Chi Yan, arrives spotless and leaves just as clean, not a speck of dust on his clothing."
"After watching his whole class, Su Yinhe: "..."
"Some classes, really don't have to be attended, do they?"
"Not really."
"That's sick," Lin Murong commented after watching.
"Who's sick?" Chi Yan heard and even asked.
"Ah, I meant those who don't pay attention in class and get distracted are sick," Lin Murong quickly corrected himself.
