"Oh." Xiao Liulang responded perfunctorily, showing no interest.
"Hmph—" Ning Zhiyuan took a sharp intake of breath, "You should at least show some curiosity about the merits of your competitor. You are the top scholar, and he is the runner-up. Naturally, you ought to outrank him, but if he surpasses you... well, it's normal for him to surpass you. After all, you can't beat him in terms of family connections."
The plain truth was that a student from a poor family could struggle for decades, yet might never catch up to their starting line.
Some people were born at the endpoint of others.
However, Ning Zhiyuan still wanted to say, "A murder has occurred on Beifang Street. The crime was reported in the middle of the night, and the culprit was captured this morning."
"Captured by Prince An?" wondered Xiao Liulang.