"Nice catch, young man, full of wisdom for your age."
The old man on the far left, with a squashed nose, squinted as he pondered the latter part of the verse Gu Yu had caught and couldn't help but praise.
"Haha, I didn't catch that myself; it's actually a poem from a book, I just remembered it in my head."
Hearing the old man compliment him, Gu Yu quickly explained modestly.
"Oh? A poem from a book? Who wrote it?"
The bald old man with a prominent nose on the right furrowed his thin eyebrows and looked suspiciously at Dai Zhengguo.
Meanwhile, Dai Zhengguo's gaze shifted, with annoyance flushing beneath his graying temples.
Gu Yu didn't know what these three old men were up to, but he still replied cheerfully, "Although this poem is from a book, it's not included in school textbooks. I just happened to see it in a modern history book."
"This seven-character quatrain is 'Rain in the Pacific' by Mr. Liang Zhuoru."
"Oh, I've learned something new!"
