December 9th, Monday.
The sky was overcast. A steady drizzle wove a fine net over the streets leading to school.
Lin Li wore a raincoat as he cycled through the wet streets, his wheels rolling through puddles and splashing water everywhere.
Whenever pedestrians walked nearby, Lin Li immediately slowed down. Even a bicycle could be this considerate—this was Xiling, the king of civility, Xiling's last pure land.
Watching the large crowd of pedestrians carrying umbrellas, Lin Li honestly could not understand them.
The rain was what soaked them, and the rain was what inconvenienced them, yet instead of hitting the rain, they hit umbrellas. How tragic for the umbrellas. Humanity's inherent flaws were on full display at this moment. Sigh.
Given the weather, it looked like they would not need to do morning exercises today, which naturally meant no speech either. There was nothing to regret or feel sorry about. Lin Li was more than happy with that.
Classroom.
"According to unofficial historical records, Zhang Fei once served as Governor of Ba Xi. Because he was a black-faced burly man and incredibly fierce, a true man, the common people and officials under him respectfully called Zhang Fei Black Manba!"
"Has anyone noticed that those domestic Black Mambas online who look a lot like Boss Da are almost all from the Sichuan-Yunnan-Guizhou region? This was actually an influence left behind by the Three Kingdoms that has endured to this day.
"This was also recorded in Song of the Pipa—'Before the gate, carriages and horses grew sparse; Boss Da married a merchant's wife.' The little Boss Das of today are all descendants of Zhang Fei. What flows through their veins is all his chicken! Cause."
"Where is the Sichuan-Yunnan-Guizhou region?" Wang Ze asked, completely confused.
"Sichuan, Yunnan, Guizhou. Have you learned absolutely