C161 The Battle of the School (1/2)

In the Shangguan household, in the room with the usual grandiose decorations of the Chinese style, Shangguan Wan'er sat in front of the window in a daze, bored beyond words.

”Um …” So boring. When will these days of being in a daze at home end? ” Shangguan Wan'er let out a nasal sound before grumbling.

Sitting in front of the windowsill, she could see the scenery outside the window.

It was late autumn of October in the north. Although there were no birdsong or fragrant flowers, it was currently dusk. As the sun slowly set, the great geese flew towards the south in preparation for winter. It was still incredibly beautiful.

However, after watching this scene for a long time, Shangguan Wan'er still felt bored.

”Wan Er, you and Xiao Wen are destined to be different people. Your father is a scholar, he is a scholar, he is destined to never become your teacher. ”

Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind Shangguan Wan'er.

Wan'er turned to see Shangguan Tinzhi walking in, dressed in a gorgeous red robe and touching her makeup.

Wan-Er could see the gloomy expression on her father's face.

”Father... ”I …” Looking at her father, Wan-Er wanted to explain something.

However, before he could finish his words, he choked in his throat.

That's right! His own father was a Confucian scholar, while Mr. Xiao Wen had the air of a Taoist scholar that could not be ignored.

Even if he had studied Mr Xiao's knowledge and returned home, what use would it be?

That's not right!

Wan-Er shook her head. She was sure that she was very happy during her days of studying with Zhuge Liang and Guan Yu by Xiao Wen's side.

At least, she had enjoyed something she had never enjoyed before.

Unlike Guan Yu and Zhuge Liang, who were born and raised in the clouds and had a bunch of playmates since they were young. Shangguan Wan'er had arrived in the clouds when she was five years old.

To her, everything here was so unfamiliar.

No friends, no familiar people.

Although her father had dressed up the house like he did in the Tang Dynasty, every time she left the house, Wan-Er still felt that the world outside was strange to her.

Wan-Er was scared of the outside world too. She didn't dare go out, so she couldn't make friends.

Being unable to make friends made her even more lonely and fearful of the outside world, much less going out.

That day, Wan-Er was just like today, sitting on the windowsill like she was bored to death. As a result, a ball suddenly flew over the wall of the house and landed on the grass in front of the windowsill.

”Hey!” Little girl, can you pick up that ball for me? ”Thank you.” Not long after that, Wan-Er saw a boy climb up to the wall and beg in a polite tone.

”Are you talking to me?” Since she hadn't interacted with her peers for so long, Shangguan Wan'er didn't even have the time to react.

”That's right!” The boy was stunned for a moment before he said, ”I don't think I know your name!”

”Wan-Er, I will call Shangguan Wan'er.” Wan-Er said her name without hesitation.

Hearing Wan-Er's words, the boy also smiled and replied, ”My name is Zhuge Liang.”

”Oh, by the way, can I trouble you to help me throw Ku Ju out? Thank you.”

Since then, Shangguan Wan'er had her first friend, Zhuge Liang.

After that was Guan Yu, who liked fighting, but was very loyal. That awesome Yang Xiu with his nose to the sky. The one who boasted that he was from the family of generals, the one who loved to wave his swords around, the one who loved to play around with spears … There were also many other young companions.

But now, Shangguan Wan'er was dismayed to find that she seemed to have returned to the days when she was unable to interact with others.

The first time he felt this way was because of the fear he felt towards this unfamiliar environment.

But the second time, it was because of his father.

Even though Confucius, the master of Confucius, had once served under the master of Taoism, his father, who was then a librarian under Zhou Wang, questioned him about Zhou Li.