Yang nods, looking to the side of the room indicated. He may not be particularly handy, but finding a clamp is well within his abilities. He walks over, looking over a couple until he thinks he finds one that looks like it wouldn’t be too large or small.
He starts to affix it to the side of a work table, and looks back at the asked question. “I’m afraid so,” he says. “I’m Wen-li Yang. Most of my friends just call me Yang, though.”
He waves a hand, like he’s saying hello. “I’m a professor here. History, mostly. Some courses on strategy and tactics for the students, too. It’s a nice job so far. What about you?”
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He starts to affix it to the side of a work table, and looks back at the asked question. “I’m afraid so,” he says. “I’m Wen-li Yang. Most of my friends just call me Yang, though.”
He waves a hand, like he’s saying hello. “I’m a professor here. History, mostly. Some courses on strategy and tactics for the students, too. It’s a nice job so far. What about you?”