When she got to this part, the senior sister's expression turned wistful: "This was the first time I've ever seen a teacher who just stamps forms blow up like that…"
"She cursed out that student who came with the form for stamping so badly it was miserable, her voice could be heard all over the floor… that's how the story spread."
"And it was from then on that our project approval process became a hassle, all kinds of stamping procedures suddenly multiplied…"
Nan Zhubin expressed his condolences to the project-group secretaries whose workload would surge, but in a sense it wasn't all bad.
Then he, too, showed a pensive expression: "That teacher—the one who ran off to the Port District—what happened to his students after that? With all this commotion, didn't they end up with no advisor?"
The gossip crowd turned admiring eyes toward Nan Zhubin's underlying Humanist streak.
