Jiang Siming froze, and then a piece of information surfaced in his mind: his identity—or rather, his name—in the Three Kingdoms was Jiang Bei, with Siming as his courtesy name.
All right, even his own name had become a courtesy name, and he had somehow acquired the "pet name" Jiang Bei.
It seemed that the old man was his nominal teacher, Cai Yong.
Jiang Siming knew of Cai Yong too. He was a great scholar of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and he had a daughter named Cai Wenji, a support hero who built tank gear.
Ahem, how had he ended up in the world of Honor of Kings? He had walked onto the wrong set, sorry.
Since the teacher had called his name, Jiang Siming had no choice but to respond.
How unlucky. I've been a student in two consecutive instances. Damn it.
"Teacher, I was only pondering over what you were teaching." Jiang Siming improvised.
"Oh? Then, Siming, tell me—what insights do you have regarding these seven chapters of the Spring and Autumn Annals?" Cai Yong asked.
Jiang Siming's heart gave a thump. When had he ever read the Spring and Autumn Annals? Come on—although he was a student at Fudan University, he was a science student.
If Cai Yong had asked him about a chemical equation, he could have answered. But the humanities subject Spring and Autumn Annals? He would have to be a ghost to know it.
"Xiao Xian, Xiao Xian, are you there? Yes, yes, I'm Jiaomei—bah, what am I saying? Hurry, I need emergency help, Xian."
Jiang Siming had no choice but to summon his "attendant," the all-knowing Xiao Xian of Baidu Baike.
"Master, don't worry. Xiao Xian will clear up your confusion!" Xiao Xian whispered into Jiang Siming's ear.
Having Xiao Xian by his