I just wanted to graduate, why was I suddenly named?
Daqian Dynasty, Luming Garden, Royal Autumn Hunting.
I, Jiang Yu, an ordinary member of the Imperial College, am huddled in a corner, pretending to be an exquisite human-shaped background board.
There was only one thought in my heart: I was so hungry, I really wanted to run away, I really wanted to go home and lie down.
This ghost place is resplendent with gold and jade, filled with incense, and the eyes are filled with princes and nobles wearing silk and satin.
They were chatting and laughing, reciting poems and reciting poems, but I, a poor student who had managed to squeeze into the Imperial College based on the results of nine years of compulsory education in my previous life, mixed in among them, and I was even more out of place than a husky who strayed into a pack of wolves.
I had bad luck in last year's policy exam and finished in the top ten, so I was roped in as an "outstanding supervisor representative" to make up the numbers.
Excellent shit.
My lifelong ideal is to be a salted fish, graduate successfully, and then return to my hometown to build a small courtyard, plant two acres of thin farmland, raise three to five chickens and ducks, and live out the rest of my life.
But now, I am forced to sit here, listening to the rich and powerful disciples arguing over a few acid poems, and trying hard to control my desire to yawn.
"Brother Lin, please stop squeezing me. If you squeeze me any more, my clothes will fall off." I lowered my voice and complained to my classmate Lin Chengzhi who was also restless next to me.
