The Clay Tablet
"What clay tablet? What did it say?"
Ye Tong grew interested, while privately wondering what kind of eccentric hobby this big shot from the Congo (Kinshasa) had. He liked collecting all sorts of weird things—Western oil paintings, Eastern antiques, and now even a clay tablet.
What on earth was this clay tablet?
"Sorry, I can't say much. All I can tell you is that it's a tablet inscribed with cuneiform, and it has a very long history."
Wells stopped there and refused to reveal anything more.
"Cuneiform was the writing system of the ancient Sumerians. It was used for over three thousand years and only disappeared completely after the end of the Babylonian era, around the beginning of the Common Era."
Little Tusi of Centipede Cave, Qiannan Road, Zabu, suddenly chimed in, giving everyone an impromptu history lesson.
"Whoa, how do you know that? Did you look it up on Baidu just now?"
Li Bai glanced at Zabu's hands. They were empty; he clearly hadn't been using his phone. That meant he'd recited all of that from memory.
"I'm a top student too, you know!"
Zabu spread his hands. He was from an ethnic minority and qualified for preferential admissions points, but he hadn't relied entirely on an easy ride. He'd put in a fair amount of effort.
"What else did you study besides raising centipedes?"
Li Bai looked the modern-day tusi up and down, as if getting to know him all over again.
"I majored in sociology and got my doctorate. I also studied entomology and botany."
Zabu modestly revealed a little about his academic background. He wasn't merely accomplished in both the scholarly and martial arts—he was probably accomplished in all three: scholarly, martial, and magical.
"Hidden depths, huh!"
Ye Tong was a little surprised