One day, Meng Jiu'er’s underlings, one through seven, each showed up holding a book and said, "Teacher, your little brothers have brought you this copy of Five Years of Mock Exams and Three Years of College Entrance Exams: Math Edition as a token of our respect."
She coolly tapped the desk. "Tell me, what trouble have you gotten into this time? And please remember, I teach art."
The underlings huddled together, trembling as they stared at the desk that had shattered in an instant. They never expected their teacher, with her delicate, charming face, to be so viciously skilled.
Then one day, the young wolfdog at her side backed her into a corner, grabbed her by the neck, and licked her wildly.
Meng Jiu'er snapped, "Are you a dog? You've licked all the fur off my body. You lick me every day, and it's still not enough?"
Ji Dan loosened his tie and said suggestively, "Wrong! I'm not a dog. I'm a wolf, a wild wolf you've tamed."
