Fang Yun slowly selected his courses, entering the corresponding registration room for each one.
Before long, some scholars noticed that Fang Yun was entering rather a lot of registration rooms. But they assumed he probably could not make up his mind and was looking through the different rooms first, so they paid little further attention.
Fang Yun went in and out, then out and in again. After he entered the registration room for Sun Tzu, an elderly man in blue appeared before him before he had finished making his selection.
Fang Yun had visited this man with Yan Yukong a few days earlier. He immediately smiled and cupped his hands. "Greetings, Grand Academician Wan."
This was Grand Academician Wan Xiangchao, a man of extremely high standing in Chongwen Academy. His hair was graying, he was over eighty, and wrinkles covered his face. His expression was stern as he asked without preamble, "How many courses are you selecting this year?"
"Twenty-four," Fang Yun answered truthfully.
The Provincial Graduates from the Literary World responsible for registration were dumbstruck. The new students in the room also stared at Fang Yun in disbelief.
Twenty-four elective courses, plus three practical courses, made twenty-seven courses in all.
The Sacred Academy arranged its schedule according to the courses the new students selected, ensuring that no student's classes overlapped.
Each course generally met once every two days, with each class lasting only two hours. Even so, eight courses would fill all the daylight hours.
If he selected twenty-seven courses, Fang Yun would have no time to eat or sleep in the twenty-four hours of a day. He would have to keep rushing between classrooms, and even then, under the normal class schedule, twenty-four hours would not be enough for so many courses.
"Won't you reconsider?" Wan Xiangchao's expression