Among Ancient City's five-star hotels, the most expensive and famous was Gu City Hotel. Though the name was rather hard to mock without feeling powerless, just as the finest inns and hotels were often simply named after a nation's capital, it had been tied to certain historical events during Ancient City's brief period of glory.
"Once, a warlord declared himself emperor here. His surname was Lu. They say this was his palace."
"That has nothing to do with me. Cough, cough. I mean, I can't believe something like that happened. You know me—I never properly studied history."
There was an outward-facing balcony beside the small private room on the hotel's second floor. Drinking tea there, they could also keep an eye on the people entering and leaving the hotel.
At the hotel entrance, a sign reading "Ancient City No. 19 High School, Class 9603 Reunion" was particularly eye-catching.
Lu PingAn sat upstairs. This time, he wore neither a Military Uniform nor that ridiculous, simple disguise of a shirt and dress pants. He looked no different from the passersby.
Lu had not dressed up deliberately, but he was neat and clean. He looked like a young office drone who had put some effort into his appearance, the sort who had only worked for a year or two and had yet to suffer enough hardship.
"Uh, wasn't Old Lu the top student in the humanities? Back then, you were said to have Photographic Memory. Haha, it really is you. If you're not interested in something, you don't want to remember it at all."
The person joking with him was also a young man. Gold-rimmed glasses and long hair complemented his handsome features, while his well-tailored suit looked quite expensive.
"...I never expected you to recognize me from the television. I thought my