Though her heart had stirred, and though she believed the half-poem written for her was the finest, Luo Shuixin could not say so openly and convince everyone. She smiled instead.
"I have read all of your poems today. For now, I consider Liu Jin'an's to be the best. If anyone disagrees, feel free to speak."
The crowd exchanged glances. Though they were consumed with jealousy, they could hardly object, and so they either remained silent or stepped forward to echo Luo Shuixin's praise.
Tang Yu's gaze occasionally fell on Liu Jin'an, his fellow transmigrator.
He had recognized the other man through the poem.
Yet Liu Jin'an apparently had not recognized him from that line of poetry.
"Could it be that my line was relatively obscure, and he hadn't heard it before?"
Tang Yu found the possibility somewhat amusing, yet also rather baffling.
He had already encountered two transmigrators since coming here.
At this rate, it felt as though everyone back home would eventually leave—either reincarnating or transmigrating by soul, going around wreaking havoc in every world.
In fact, Tang Yu's guess was correct. Liu Jin'an had not recognized him, but not because Tang Yu's line was obscure.
It was because Liu Jin'an's education had stopped at junior high. One could even say he had slipped through the cracks of nine-year compulsory education.
He had dropped out in his third year of junior high after getting into a fight with a classmate. Strictly speaking, he had only completed eight and a half years of compulsory schooling!
After dropping out, he had spent his days fooling around with a gang of worthless friends. Every night in that little county town, he would ride his scooter, twist the throttle, and feel utterly invincible.
Until two in the morning one night, when he learned