Within the short span of time, surprisingly, no one came forward. Zhao Zhang glanced towards the literary field, "Should we call on Shang Huaitong?"
"There is no hurry. Master Shang was named by a few tutors, I will question him carefully at the end." Sui Zaihua shook his head, looking over the field, and suddenly suggested, "Why don't I pick someone instead."
Zhao Zhang was taken aback and quickly signaled his agreement.
Then he followed the old man's gaze, and it still fell on Cui Yu's seat.
The astonishing girl who had just been in the limelight had already sat down, and she was conversing softly with a young boy.
Sui Zaihua pointed and said, "Young man, would you care to try?"
Pei Ye started in surprise, raising his puzzled gaze. He looked at the old man, pointed at himself, and slowly stood, "I? Lord."
As he was asking, his body had already started to move.
"Not you."
"..."
Pei Ye pulled his foot back, smiling politely.