Zhuge Yuan walked dejectedly back to his quarters beneath a rain corridor in Minglun Hall. The old man's words had wounded him deeply. No matter what he said, the other party insisted that rules were rules, that each person ought to do the work assigned to them, and that not even the slightest overstep could be allowed.
Fine, he could do odd jobs. It was not as though he disliked working. But they would not teach him anything! What had he gone through so much trouble to come here for?
It was not merely that they refused to teach him. Zhuge Yuan was even more dissatisfied with how Minglun Hall always divided people into ranks and classes. He had discovered that the world outside was nothing like what he had imagined back in the mountains.
"No." Zhuge Yuan clenched his fists at once. "I can't let it end like this. I can't give up so easily."
"But in this situation, how am I supposed to break the deadlock?" Standing beneath the rain corridor, Zhuge Yuan leaned against the square window to his left and stared blankly at a patch of green lake beyond it.
Suddenly, his green eyes, reflected in the lake water, lit up. "That's right. Minglun Hall isn't run by him alone. I can go find Li Jinshu!" The young man who wrote erotic poems had left a deep impression on him.
Compared with that old man's stiff, foul temper, Li Jinshu's attitude had clearly been much better. Besides, he had said before that Zhuge Yuan could enter Minglun Hall.
"Moreover, judging by that old man's tone earlier, the two of them hold roughly the same status in this sharply ranked Minglun Hall." Once that occurred to him, Zhuge Yuan could no longer spare thought for anything else.