He yawned. Since the president had not arrived after waiting for a while, he might as well practice for a bit.
After all, if he wanted to become a disciple of the Sect Master, he needed to secure a respectable ranking in the end-of-month evaluation.
He had just opened his manual and began chanting under his breath when he noticed the surrounding chatter gradually dying down, replaced by a chorus of "Hello, President."
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