"Go... go straight to the door? Is it really that bold?"
Ansheng, sitting on the sofa, looked at the boastful Professor Huang with a face full of delight: "Isn't that wonderful?"
Seeing Professor Huang's puffed-up suit, it's obvious even without thinking that Professor Huang studies the teachings of Confucius and Mencius.
He's the kind of scholar who could drive a bronze chariot, lift city gates with one hand, flaunt a six-pack, and take three thousand well-armored soldiers with him to international conferences. Anyone who doesn't open their gates gets a kicking.
The idiom 'mighty and powerful' isn't a metaphor; it describes a truly bold scholar.
"Professor, isn't this a bit much?" Ah Qing, like a startled cat, stared at Professor Huang in shock:
"Going straight to their door, isn't that a bit..."
"No, Ah Qing, you're mistaken. The old fossil opposite us is trying to provoke our campus's atmosphere, damaging the reputation of our Xinxing Agricultural Science College!"
