CHAPTER 125: CHAPTER 124: MAY I FIND A GREAT DOCTOR TO TREAT YOUR THROAT?

Xu Shu walked a little distance, then thought of something and turned back to ask, "Are you staying in the dormitory?"

Song Wei shook his head, "I talked with the scholar beforehand, I’ll stay outside."

The students selected for examination from the local area have their fees and accommodation waived, so it doesn’t make much difference whether Song Wei stays at the Imperial College or not.

Upon hearing this, Xu Shu narrowed his eyes and observed Song Wei carefully, "Does your family have relatives in the Capital?"

Song Wei couldn’t be bothered to chat with him, so he nodded casually.

"Which lord’s residence is it? Do I know them?" Xu Shu became interested, thinking he should find a chance to visit during the break.

"Why so much idle talk?"

Song Wei returned his previous words right back to him.

Xu Shu: "..."

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The Imperial College has six halls, namely: Justice, Aspiration, Guangye, Cultivation, Sincerity, and Spontaneity.

The students inside are not divided by age but by performance.

Therefore, in a few days, Song Wei’s batch of newcomers will have an entrance exam, and only after the results come out will they be formally divided into classes.

Justice Hall, Aspiration Hall, and Guangye Hall are for first-year students.

Cultivation Hall and Sincerity Hall are for second-year students.

Spontaneity Hall is for third-year students.

Each hall accommodates fifty students, and all three grades together have only three hundred students, among which they further divide into internal and external classes.

Which is the so-called distinction between key classes and regular classes.

Song Wei listened all the way as Xu Shu introduced, memorizing the locations of each hall.

This batch of newcomers hasn’t arrived completely yet; they have to wait for everyone to come before holding the entrance ceremony and proceeding with the exam.

Therefore, Song Wei will be relatively free these few days.

The Imperial College is much bigger than local academies; after walking around, the legs feel weak.

Xu Shu plopped onto the stone bench next to him, gathered his frozen hands to his mouth to breathe warm air and rubbed them together, unwilling to move, and gazed directly at Song Wei, "Hey, I say, buddy helped you out so much, yet you won’t even introduce yourself. How come? Afraid I might eat up your name?"

"Song Wei."

With two cold, indifferent words, Xu Shu choked up, unable to speak.

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In the evening, Song Wei walked out of the Imperial College and saw across the street a pavilion with the large characters "Hongwen Academy" written on it.

Because he was in such a hurry when he arrived, he didn’t notice it.

Finding it strange now, he asks Xu Shu, "What does Hongwen Academy do?"

Xu Shu raised his eyebrows, intentionally withholding information, "Tell me where you live, and I’ll tell you what Hongwen Academy does."

Song Wei didn’t ask again, stepped down the stairs, and prepared to go home.

"Hey, hey, hey, you really don’t want to know?"

Xu Shu, annoyed, had never met someone with such a stubborn personality; would speaking a few more words hurt?

Seeing Song Wei didn’t intend to stop, Xu Shu shouted loudly at his back, "Hongwen Academy is an official school for women!"

Upon hearing this, Song Wei’s figure paused, his eyes filled with contemplation.

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Back home.

Wen Wan had already added everything needed in the kitchen-house and was sitting in the main room with Song Fang wrapping dumplings.

Hearing her husband’s entrance, Wen Wan stood up, wiped her hands on the apron, and hurried to the kitchen to boil water to make tea for him.

Song Fang turned her head to look at her third brother and with a smile asked, "How did you feel after reporting on the first day?"

"The Imperial College is better than I expected." Song Wei replied casually, seeing Wen Wan not present, he directly moved to the kitchen.

Water was boiling on the stove, and Wen Wan was not idle, washing the cutting board stained with chopped meat filling.

"Wanwan." Song Wei called her.

Wen Wan turned, asking if he was hungry.

Song Wei shook his head, saying no, and indicated he had something to discuss with her.

Wen Wan dragged a small stool for him to sit on, gesturing for him to speak slowly.

Song Wei said, "I’ll find a highly skilled doctor to treat your voice, okay?"