"Let's review what we learned yesterday," Shao Zifeng wrote a few words on the ground with his short sword, his gaze sweeping over the mischievous children: "Iruk, you go first."
Iruk, who was daydreaming, was short and perpetually had a runny nose. His silver-white hair seemed long untended and was dirty and clumped together.
The people of this world...
No, it should be said that the naming customs of this settlement are very interesting. The girls usually have names starting with 'Kat,' and the boys with 'Yi,' making them very easy to distinguish.
Upon hearing Shao Zifeng calling him, Iruk habitually wiped his nose with his sleeve, his eyes fixed on the characters on the ground. His eyebrows furrowed into a knot, and he struggled to speak but couldn't say anything.
Shao Zifeng rubbed his temple, feeling a deep sense of helplessness that parents and teachers feel when faced with naughty children. He waved his hand, signaling Iruk to sit down.
