After watching the spectacle of Hu Chan and Rong Xin's fight, Gu Yunxuan and Wen Shu went to the Library together to read.
Qin Siyang couldn't be bothered to shoot the breeze with Zhao Sifang and Gu Yunpeng. Going back to his room for a nap sounded far more worthwhile.
He returned to the Guesthouse and had barely climbed into bed, before his covers had even warmed up, when Zhao Longfei summoned him to his office again.
Qin Siyang pushed the door open.
Zhao Longfei sighed. "Why do you still not knock..."
"Next time, for sure."
Qin Siyang plopped down on the sofa. "Principal Zhao, what did you call me here for today? I climbed out of bed for this, so you'd better have something important to say."
Zhao Longfei glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's noon, and you went to bed?"
"Afternoon nap."
Seeing Qin Siyang's lackadaisical manner, Zhao Longfei felt an inexplicable urge to give him a couple of kicks.
"Two things. First, we've finished reading the memories from Zhang Yingrui's corpse."
"Zhang Yingrui's corpse? If you hadn't brought it up, I would've practically forgotten about it. Principal Zhao, why did reading his memories take so much longer than reading Yamamoto Taro's last time?"
Zhao Longfei blew a smoke ring, looking perfectly at ease. "Naturally, because their brains contained different amounts of valuable information."
"Zhang Yingrui held a high position to begin with, so he had access to far more secrets than the average person. On top of that, one of his Sequence Skills was photographic memory. He just kept cramming information into his brain."
Zhao Longfei clicked his tongue. "The contents of his head could fill an Encyclopædia Britannica, a Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, a set of the Twenty-Four Histories, and a copy