Wenren Sheng was listening when his ears suddenly twitched.
He sensed someone approaching from afar.
A tottering old man.
He had identified him by his color.
The man's head was pale, with a trace of green mixed in.
Young people were red, middle-aged people bluish-gray, and old men pale.
Thinking back over the script, there had been no such person in it.
Could the fish have taken the bait? He showed no reaction.
"Everyone is equal? How laughable. People are born different—some stupid, some clever, some gifted beyond compare, some dull and slow. You Demon Hound, tell this servant: how can they be equal?" A shrill voice sounded outside the classroom.
The Old Eunuch.
Zhao Han turned to look. "Sir, if you want to attend the lesson, you may sit down."
The Old Eunuch swayed over and sat down among a group of half-grown boys around ten years old, perfectly at ease and without the slightest embarrassment.
"People are equal. This is an axiom, just like an axiom in mathematics; it requires no proof. Everyone is born with one nose and two eyes. We all have the same appearance, so naturally we are equal."
"Not the same. You look different from everyone else. Are you equal to them too?" the old eunuch said unhurriedly.
Uh, Zhao Han really had no answer to that.
That damn eunuch was just looking for trouble.
"I can speak. Those who can speak are equal," she could only emphasize.
"A talking dog is indeed qualified to be equal to humans. I did not believe it at first, but those children wrote down 1+1=2. I believed it then, because only a demon could have taught them such a thing." The old eunuch nodded.
"Why can't I be a god?"
"There have never been gods in this