He Must Be a Senior From My Academy!

On the high seat, Chang Zizai felt somewhat disappointed when he noticed that Jiang Hao hadn't arrived.

He always felt like there was something more to discover with him. It might not be significant to others, but it was crucial to him.

One sentence from him had made their morning readings better. Such a person happened to be a senior at that.

Otherwise, there were many ways to get him to join the academy.

"Chang Zizai, are your people still competing in movement techniques?" asked Qingshan.

"Probably not. I heard they were badly defeated, and going there would just result in ridicule. Everyone would say scholars should go back to their books," Chang Zizai said helplessly. Then, he looked curious. "Why are you suddenly asking about this?"