"Done."
Chen Shu clapped his hands and said to Brother Jiang, "Send it to your advisor to check. Even if I missed something, it'll be minor, and you can fix it yourself. If there's anything you really can't figure out, come find me."
"Thanks, Brother Chen."
"Heyyy."
Chen Shu made a sound of protest. "A roommate is like a father. No need to thank me."
"Uh..."
"Brother Chen, was that Professor Chen who gave a lecture in the auditorium a while back your father?" Meng Chunqiu asked.
"Yeah. Why?"
"He was brilliant! A true scholar!"
Meng Chunqiu was full of admiration and longing, his feelings a tangle of flavors. He had always wanted to become someone so knowledgeable he could talk about the storms of history with a smile. Naturally, he would also need a measure of fame across the world, and every lecture he gave would have to draw a hall packed with people.
Unfortunately, the path of cultivation had strangled his talent.
"You went to see it too?"
"I found the video online afterward. The whole thing. Tsk, your father made me feel as though he'd taken me back to the dawn of civilization." A dreamy look crept over Meng Chunqiu's face. "Waging war in every direction, unifying the realm, creating a written language, expanding the borders, building a civilization..."
"Why didn't you go in person?"
"Ugh! Don't get me started!"
Meng Chunqiu slapped his thigh. "I went to Jade Peace Temple to practice spells that day, and something held me up on the way back. I was running a little late. I figured I wouldn't make it on time, so I picked a forum post and specifically asked whether Professor Chen's lecture had started and whether the hall was full. Someone told me it hadn't started and