Oh no, not The Eyes. Anything but the eyes. Shen Yuan cringes and meekly says, "Yes, ge," in the hopes it will make them stop.

Getting back on his feet is a production. As Shen Yuan predicted, standing up makes his vision swim with a new crop -- or should that be school? -- of spots, and despite his best efforts he has to put some of his weight on Jin Guangyao just to make it as far as the couch. He sits down heavily with a frustrated groan, and looks up into another dose of The Eyes.

God. "I'm okay," he insists. "I just drained myself, I'll be fine."