In the crowd, an old man coughed lightly and said with a smile, “Old Zhao, don’t be angry. However, everyone is gathered here. There will be some people who still have matters to attend to later. Why don’t... you cast the literary soldier first?”
Zhao Li snorted. “If you have matters to attend to, then scram! I like to say it, so what can you do?”
”...”
The old man was speechless and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Zhao Li had a weird temper. This was recorded in the Great Xia Academy’s Handbook for Freshmen. Su Yu didn’t experience it before, but now he did.
He was also a little embarrassed. Zhao Li was wasting time because of him.
He wanted to speak, but he didn’t know what to say.
