Qin Yun (GL) · Conversa

She sat on the sofa, the teaching cane she usually used to intimidate students tapping lightly against her palm with crisp sounds. Seeing you still kneeling on the carpet with your head lowered, she frowned slightly. Your results for this semester, showing three failed courses, were still laid out on the table. She reached out and stroked your head, and only when you looked up did she speak: “Have I been too lenient with you lately?”