Lin Mao tilted his head, his brow furrowed as he noticed something strange—the question wasn't answered.
"Why is it empty?"
He flipped to the next page. It was blank.
He turned another page, and at last, there was finally something—words written in a hurried, almost desperate manner.
"Let's see what this is," Lin Mao murmured, leaning closer.
"With the passage of time, I have buried us, the possibility of you and me…
within.
For I have withered... withered."
Lin Mao stared at the writing completely speechless. He reread the poem, and his mind was filled with many questions.
Who was "you"? What had withered? And why did these words carry such a heavy sense of loss?
He didn't expect to be struck by such a poem so early on. He shook the questions away and nodded his head thoughtfully.
Okay, that was something. A smile formed on his face as he admired the depth of the words. The original owner really was talented, it seems.
Lin Mao turned the next page but found nothing that caught his interest. There were just scattered ideas and theories, none of them particularly compelling.
He sighed, placing the pages on the ground. His eyes shifted back to the table and noticed a thick book that lay covered beneath others.
Curiosity sparked within him as he reached for it. The moment he lifted the book, he noticed its unusual weight.
It felt far heavier than its size suggested.
"What might this be?" he murmured, running his fingers over the worn and torn cover that seemed to be made of leather.
The exterior gave the book a mysterious vibe as if it contained knowledge about magic or martial arts that opened an easy path to immortality.
Lin Mao opened the book and his gaze immediately fell on the first page.
In bold letters, it was written "INTRODUCTION."
He began to read, his eyes scanning the words:
"Love is an art, they say, but sometimes it's just a painful mess—so here's a collection of the wildest stories for you poor, curious scholars."
Lin Mao burst into laughter as he processed what he had just read.
"So, this thing is basically the same as a porn collection back on Earth," he said, chuckling to himself.
He couldn't help but feel amused at the idea of scholars in this world indulging in such stories.
"Now that I think about it, their lives must be a nightmare without something like porn. No wonder they treat these thick collections like their very own bible."
He shook his head again. The world here was so different—what he had once considered normal was now being treated as something rare and valuable.
So, let's see how fetishes work in this world of scholars, he thought with a slight grin.
He turned the page, his eyes landing on the first title: Lecture Class with Junior Sister Turns...
"One fine evening, my master ordered me to teach some things about philosophy to my junior sister. The evening air was cool, and the study was quiet except for the faint rustle of leaves outside.
'Junior sister, what do you know about philosophy?' I asked, trying to keep my tone serious.
She turned shy, and her cheeks flushed a little. 'Senior brother, is philosophy... not about... when two males... and females...?'"
Lin Mao couldn't help but smirk. Ah, I knew it. This is exactly where it's headed. The classic misunderstanding.
"I stared at her for a moment, trying to process the absurdity. 'No, junior sister, you don't even know the basics of philosophy,' I said, shaking my head in frustration."
This guy is really dense. How is he not getting it? She's practically hitting on him! Classic case of 'I am a dense motherfucker of a senior.'
"The room felt tense for a moment, but I knew it was important to continue the lesson. 'Philosophy isn't about... what you think it is, junior sister. It's about the deep contemplation of life and the nature of existence.'"
Now he's going into the 'lecture mode' after missing all the hints. This guy is truly hopeless.
He let out a low chuckle. Well, at least this is entertaining. This must have been the most awkward lesson ever for the junior sister.
"Junior sister looked at me, clearly confused. 'But senior brother, isn't philosophy... about two people... becoming one... in the most... intimate way?'"
'No, it is not; you are mixing things up,' I replied, trying to remain composed.
Junior sister smiled mischievously. 'No, I am not,' she said before suddenly lunging at me."
Lin Mao's face went pale as he read the next line. What the hell am I reading? How did shit go from missing hints to lunging at him.
He slammed the book shut. That was so fucking awful; what kind of fucking nonsense is this?!
Without another thought, he hurled the book across the room, sending it crashing against the wall.
Even the worst porn on Earth has better acting than this crap!
He fell back on the floor. Is this what passes for entertainment here? Ugh, I don't even know why I'm wasting my time with this. What happened to those erotic stories with dope stories that make you fap 10 times a day?