Therefore, many missionaries came to temples with false pretenses to "seek the true scriptures".
Xu Zhuohua cleared his throat guiltily, "Missionary."
Cheng Muyun reached out and grasped the soft flesh on her arm. "So... how long did it take you to learn such fluent English from that foreigner?"
Xu Zhuohua tried to break free, but the man's hand was like steel. Her anger grew, "You doubt my purity?"
Since she couldn't explain her fluent English, she shifted the focus to something she was confident about.
Cheng Muyun suddenly tightened his grip, as if he wanted to crush Xu Zhuohua's bones.
"No doubt."
Xu Zhuohua forcefully pulled her arm back, almost falling backward. Then she straightened her back and said, word by word, "Even if I am really impure, as long as I can get out of the nunnery, I have won."
Cheng Muyun released his arm and looked at Xu Zhuohua with some heartache.
Xu Zhuohua suddenly stood up and distanced herself from Cheng Muyun. "Don't look at me like that. I don't feel sorry for myself at all. I think I'm very lucky. There's no one in the world luckier than me."
That's exactly what she thought.
Which history student could instantly travel to the side of their favorite historical figure and obtain firsthand information?
And who else has the script in their hands?
She's practically the chosen one, isn't she?
Hearing Xu Zhuohua's thoughts, Cheng Muyun felt relieved.
He had always thought that Xu Zhuohua's quiet demeanor stemmed from low self-esteem, but now that he knew she wasn't at all insecure and even had an air of superiority, Cheng Muyun was completely relieved.
He stepped back. “Very well. I’ll take you to Aurora College tomorrow morning. You should prepare well, or you might get caught for being illiterate.”
Xu Zhuohua was both embarrassed and angry, "Cheng Muyun!"
The man had left the house; the curtains swayed, the shadows of the trees danced, and the moonlight spilled onto the ground, as if he had never been there.
Xu Zhuohua chased after him to the balcony and shouted, "I can read!"
But I only know simplified Chinese characters, okay?
The two servants on night watch downstairs suddenly woke up with a start, "What the hell?"
"It's nothing, Miss Xu has just gone crazy again."
"Brother, this is my first time keeping watch. I heard Miss Xu can summon spirits in the middle of the night, is that true?" The maid hugged herself in fright.
The older maid said, "It's alright. Our second young master lives across from Miss Xu. He has a strong aura and can keep her in check. There's nothing to be afraid of."
...
Aurora College is known as the Paris University of the East.
Hidden in the heart of a bustling city, the university’s red brick gate and its pointed roof, reminiscent of a French church, all highlight its unique character.
Most of the students, both boys and girls, walked in, carrying matching black leather backpacks, exuding youthful energy, and chatting with each other.
Xu Zhuohua also changed into the student uniform that Cheng Muyun had prepared for her: a short shirt and long skirt, black shoes and white socks, with her hair held back with a headband, making her look just like a female student of that era.
It seems that Cheng Muyun had prepared these clothes and backpack in advance.
They were just told about enrollment last night, and they arrived at Aurora University to register first thing this morning. The speed was astounding.
He had everything arranged long ago, just waiting for Madam Cheng to bring it up when she couldn't take it anymore.
It's possible that Cheng Muyun orchestrated the owner of the Paramount Ballroom to invite Xu Zhuohua.
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