He rolls his eyes before he's able to stop himself, but is thankfully tactful enough to incline his head when he does so. “I've noticed that when people are pacing, it's because they're stressed.”
After he's sure his expression has relaxed again, Sizhui glances up, bites down on his cheek as he gives Jiang Cheng a brief once-over, considers his loosened tie, the open buttons on his shirt. Wasn't he wearing something else, too? Yes, in maroon; a waistcoat he's obviously lost somewhere in his high-strung state.
You, is what he considers saying aloud. Instead, Sizhui's shuffling toward the desk, reaching to slide a few papers aside. “I already told you what I want,” he remarks, casting the professor a sideways glance before turning back. “But perhaps I can help you instead... Who wrote this? It's like it was copied straight from a Wikipedia page.” A beat while his eyes momentarily narrow then he chuckles, “Actually, that's exactly what this is, almost word for word.”
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After he's sure his expression has relaxed again, Sizhui glances up, bites down on his cheek as he gives Jiang Cheng a brief once-over, considers his loosened tie, the open buttons on his shirt. Wasn't he wearing something else, too? Yes, in maroon; a waistcoat he's obviously lost somewhere in his high-strung state.
You, is what he considers saying aloud. Instead, Sizhui's shuffling toward the desk, reaching to slide a few papers aside. “I already told you what I want,” he remarks, casting the professor a sideways glance before turning back. “But perhaps I can help you instead... Who wrote this? It's like it was copied straight from a Wikipedia page.” A beat while his eyes momentarily narrow then he chuckles, “Actually, that's exactly what this is, almost word for word.”