In the thirty-fourth year of Jiajing, a maritime graduate student woke up in a low-key manner.
These days, scholars give up their pens and become pirates, and pirates wait for orders with letters.
These days, the emperor can't stop refining elixirs, and the outside world is so dirty that he dare not open it.
But none of them knew that this was already the age of navigation.
The wealthy girl traveled across the ocean, and her poems and songs have become her last song.
And I, who claim to be in heaven, am no longer the center of the world.
The graduate student knows this, so he studies hard and works hard.
My friends are too stupid and my enemies are too reckless, so I can't get through without research.
The ocean is too big and there are too many foreigners, and it is impossible for a few students to manage it.
