He wanted to hear more!
The other students talked with him as they headed to the class, but before they entered the room, someone called him from behind.
"First Brother."
Nan Luo's expression turned bad when he heard this infuriating voice. The servants who were following the young masters from behind automatically moved away. They didn't have any place here aside from helping their young master carry the books they needed to bring.
To be able to hear the lessons were usually a great privilege for them. Many didn't have such chance and the servants who were waiting outside could usually hear the teacher's voice. Though, it wouldn't be as clear as those who were listening from inside.
Turning around, Nan Luo could see a young boy just slightly younger than him. While there were some similarities in their countenance, the difference also quite clear. Nan Luo felt annoyed when he saw this face.
"Second Brother," Nan Luo greeted.
