Guo Jia, the Genius of the Three Kingdoms

The cold wind howled. The waters froze. Corpses littered the land, and the people were living in misery. Such was the face of a troubled age.

Within Yingchuan Academy, the talented young men spoke one after another.

Young Talent One: “In this troubled age, we must display our talents and serve the Han court!”

Young Talent Two: “The realm is in chaos, and the people are suffering. We must use our talents to help them, so that our abilities do not go to waste.”

Young Talent Three: “This is the perfect time for heroes to make their mark. Wouldn’t it be a shame if we failed to do so?”

The teacher nodded, then suddenly turned toward a man in the corner and called out, “Everyone has great ambitions. Why is Fengxiao the only one who has nothing to say?”

Guo Jia, who had been sleeping soundly with his head on the desk, suddenly raised it and asked in bewilderment, “What, is it lunchtime?”