"-little knowledge is inferior to-great knowledge, -little year is inferior to-great year ..."
In a private school, there was a middle-aged man dressed in a green robe who looked like a Confucian scholar. He had a faint smile on his face and was saying something.
Many students were sitting around him.
The sound of reading.
When they gathered together, they had already passed through the private school and reached the outside world.
At noon.
"Today's class will end here, you can all go back!" The middle-aged man said.
"Yes!"
Everyone nodded, then packed their things and left.
Only the green-robed middle-aged man sat there alone, watching the students leave one by one. The smile on his face never faded.
At this moment.
The void in front of him distorted.
A person walked out and landed in front of him.
"Senior is living a carefree life now!"
Qin shujian looked at the person in front of him and could not help but sigh.
