Upon hearing that Xiao Liulang was willing to teach his son, Mr. Lin didn't need to be told twice. He promptly packed his son off.
On a sunny afternoon, chubby Lin Chengye appeared at the gates of Tianxiang Academy.
With his youthful face, Lin Chengye who was actually 21, looked more like 16 or 17.
Clinging to his heavy bag of books, he asked nervously and insecurely, "Is...is...is this the place?"
He stammered, a problem he had since childhood, that became more pronounced when he was nervous.
Housekeeper Zhou shook his head inwardly. Such a clever child, yet saddled with a stammer, he wondered how Lin Chengye might fare when he began school.
That's right, Lin Chengye had always been home-schooled out of fear that he would be mocked in school.
Now, with no other choice, despite having passed the judicial examination, Lin Chengye was still no more than an additional bachelor. To distinguish himself among the many students, he had to work extra hard.