Luo Luo was irritated and asked, “What could make you stay?”
Xuan Yuan Po replied with a troublesome expression on his face, “I’m not a student of Traditional Academy.”
Luo Luo’s eyes brightened up and said, “This is easy to solve.”
“What?’
“We can just turn you into a student of the Tradition Academy.”
“What?”
“No need for testing.”
“What?”
“We just need to register.”
Luo Luo got permission from Chen Chang Sheng and took out the namelist of the Tradition Academy from the closet and prepared a brush and ink. Then she handed them to Xuan Yuan Po’s hand.
Xuan Yuan Po opened his mouth slightly and held the ink brush. He looked at the two names already on the namelist and felt this process wasn’t serious enough.
Even if the Tradition Academy is in ruins, but it is still one of the Six Ivies. How could he become a student just by writing his name?
He thought for a while and still landed the brush.
He wrote down his name one stroke at a time. His writing was a little sloppy, it was clear that Xuan Yuan Po wasn’t used to writing.
Luo Luo said, “Congratulation, you have became the third student of the Tradition Academy.”
Xuan Yuan Po asked, “What is the rules of this school?’
“There is no rule.”
Luo Luo said, “The words spoken by Master is the rule. You have to follow whatever the Master tells you to do.”
Xuan Yuan Po asked confusingly, “Is there no principal or teachers?”
“My master is the principal.”
“My master is the teacher,”