"Huh, why isn't there..." He felt strange.
Logically speaking.
They worship their ancestors, but have no idea about their deeds. Is it because they are not qualified to know, or there are no records?
He was lost in thought when a voice came from above his head: "Excuse me, classmate, can I sit across from you?"
"Sit down, sit down." Nan Shuai didn't look up.
Public places.
You can sit anywhere as long as there is a seat, it's not his restaurant anyway.
Nan Shuai still couldn't figure it out: "Ah, why not."
The person opposite him saw him worrying about a history of the college.
"What do you want to know?"
“…” Nan Shuai had no choice but to look up and met a pair of beautiful and bright eyes. The person opposite him looked only one year older than him.
His every frown and smile was gentle, and his whole body exuded the air of scholarly elegance.
"Who are you?"
"I'm entering the academy on my first day today. My name is Bai Shaozhe."
"My name is Nan Shuai."
"Nice name." Bai Shaozhe did not laugh for a long time when he heard his name like others did. Quite the opposite.
He also praised the name for being nice.
Bai Shaozhe pointed at the book in his hand and asked, "Seeing you sigh, what history of the academy do you want to know?"
"You know?" Nan Shuai questioned.
"Tell me first, maybe I really know."
"Why is there no record of our ancestors' deeds?" Nan Shuai did not hide it. He held up the book and expressed his confusion.
Bai Shaozhe immediately revealed: "In Ming Pavilion, only the elders and core members of the academy are qualified to see the information about our ancestors."
"What is Ming Pavilion?"
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