Tang Thirty Six woke up, glanced at Chen Chang Sheng who was sitting on the floor concentrating on reading books and asked, “Why didn’t you go last night?”
Chen Chang Sheng put down the scrolls and asked, “Go where?”
“Heavenly Academy. Last night was the second night of the Ivy Festival.”
Tang Thirty Six put aside the thin blanket that was on him and stood up yawning. His mood seemed to be a lot better, “During the first night, the Tradition Academy really made a name for itself. Everyone was waiting for you last night.”
Chen Chang Sheng said, “We didn’t want to go, so we didn’t go.”
Tang Thirty Six looked at him and said, “You truly are a weird person.”
Not going to an event like the Ivy Festival just because he didn’t want to go; it did seem weird in the eyes of regular people.
“I think you are even weirder.” Chen Chang Shang responded.