"If I had such a grandfather, I too could become the Number One Scholar, hahaha..."
Outside, the torrential rain poured down, and his laughter was particularly sarcastic and sharp.
It was like a dull knife slicing at Jiang Yingying's eardrums.
The waiter wiped the sweat from his forehead, bowed and explained, "That table is full of those who failed the exams, all from out of town, waiting here for news. They thought they could bring back good news, but unexpectedly..."
"Young Master Ouyang, County Lord, please don't listen to their nonsense!"
Now, everyone's eyes in the hall were drawn over.
People were whispering.
Ouyang Chengze's identity indeed made his status as the Number One Scholar somewhat dubious to them.
That table of people continued to argue noisily.
"Why are you all looking at us? Don't you think the same?"
"Let's not blame anyone; blame it on not having good ancestors!"
"Poor rebirth skills! Hahaha..."
