Outside the academy, an unusual silence had settled.
Inside the academy, there were only two people at the moment.
A young Confucian scholar, tall and slender in the attire of a student, whose features grew more handsome the longer one looked, and a stern young girl sitting upright; one standing on the podium, the other sitting below.
The young Confucian scholar's expression was calm as he turned his head and asked, "Did you guess it early on?"
The girl, who had repeatedly held the top spot in the Six Halls as well as being the senior of Shuaixing Hall, nodded, "Xueyou told me about the Classics exam where you 'talked in your sleep and recited the texts.' Also, after the teacher returned from Great Li, I went to understand what happened there. Hence, I took a fresh look at you, Brother Ziyu, or rather... the student number thirteen in class Ren."
Yu Huaijin's eyes carried a trace of complexity.
