The back room was just the classroom at the back. That made perfect sense.
Sure enough, language really was better when it was simple and direct.
As expected, the researchers behind the door seemed a little stunned by Fu Qian's work ethic.
After a moment of silence, they knocked on the door again, then finally gave him directions.
Fortunately, the directions were clear and simple: "Go to the back and find the largest room."
Given the nature of this place, Fu Qian naturally pictured a lecture hall.
Based on that, he even easily deduced which way to go.
In the end, it took very little effort to reach a much taller door.
Along the way, he noticed that every door he passed was tightly shut, and no one else spoke to him.
Most people might have found the atmosphere gloomy and oppressive, but Fu Qian, an Academic Leader himself, sensed a focused research environment.
But what about the learning atmosphere?
He didn't even need to open the door to hear the faint sound of whispers from inside.
Sure enough, the pleasure of discovering knowledge and the pleasure of receiving it were worlds apart.
With a sigh, he recalled his school days and understood.
So he straightened his clothes, made sure he had the air of a Teaching Director, and only then reached out to undo the chains on the door.
That's right. Not only was the entrance much taller, it was also wrapped in several coils of chain. Their size and weight were astonishing, making him all the more curious about what lay beyond the door.
Good. Rowdy students needed strict discipline.
For Fu Qian, even before he opened the door, he gave a slight nod. He was slipping into the role of Teaching Director more naturally by the