Bai Hao, You're Really Useless!
Lu Lin knew that these students just didn't know the right approach to comprehending the murals. After they made sense of things, then his comprehension speed would probably be last again in a few days.
If this were to continue, he'd be asked to leave.
After all, he had relied on his aunt to be able to get into the Westshore Military School.
(This mustn't happen. I must think of a solution. I mustn't embarrass my aunt.)
Lu Lin suddenly thought of Sun Mo's personal disciples. If they hadn't relied on Sun Mo, some of them would have been unable to get into the third part of the canyon.
"But why would Teacher Sun help me, a student from Westshore?"
Lu Lin's head started aching.
The next morning, Lu Lin got up from bed and entered the canyon. Then, as expected, he remained baffled for the entire morning, not making any progress.