jiang zheng qing

Clayton sat at the edge of a slow river, legs crossed. The trees surrounding him blocked out almost all of the sunlight, and although it wasn't necessarily pitch black, Clayton felt like it was. The darkness, combined with the usual nature ambiance, made his already half-lidded eyes close...

With a warm mug of tea in one hand, Jiang Zheng Qing slumped heavily onto a sofa in the Staffroom. He had his own office, but his office was spartan, like the rest of his dwellings, and lacked material comforts, like tea. Teachers came and teachers went as their lessons started and ended; his...