These freshmen, who had buried their noses in books for three years of high school, oblivious to the world around them, were akin to birds let out of their cages upon entering university — Yet the atmosphere on the bus remained somewhat subdued before Lv Chongliang boarded, as most students were introverted due to their years of intensive study and unfamiliarity with one another.
As soon as Lv Chongliang hopped on the bus, he started chatting, and the mood quickly livened up.
These freshmen were all greenhorns, fresh and naive. How could they compare with Lv Chongliang, who was born into a family of fortune tellers and had been immersed in the ways of the three teachings and nine schools, and the street smarts of the jianghu since childhood?
Before long, everyone was mesmerized by the little charlatan, looking at him with shining eyes.
"This classmate, looking at your 'brother palace,' you must be the youngest child at home, with an older brother or sister, I assume."
