The sun gradually climbed to its zenith.
It was time for the Academy Teacher's class to finish at noon.
However, Zhao Rong hadn't set down the book he had been reading all morning to greet the Teacher's arrival as he usually did.
He glanced at the restless crowd and the figures starting to emerge vaguely from behind the wooden door, then lowered his head again to look at the newly acquired book in his hands, reading it with relish.
Although the past few days from sunrise to sunset had been dull... a certain petulant, insecure flat-chested girl had brought some fun, but most of the time was spent waiting in boredom.
However, the bookstores near Linlu Academy had indeed brought Zhao Rong quite a few surprises.
He had spent some time browsing them in the morning.
Linlu Academy truly deserved its reputation as a gathering place of Yizhou's cultural essence, with nearby bookstores outnumbering the wine shops and inns combined and each boasting a rich collection of books.
