After receiving my report card, my friends and I returned to the inn.
I had already been staying here for over a week.
Although the decor was far from the luxurious five-star hotels, the simple style had a charm of its own.
I quite liked it here.
The innkeeper, a mother with a frail son called Shu Jing.
He was a candidate for the All Things Library this year.
Over the past week, he had studied diligently and assiduously to prepare for the Library exam.
At this moment, he sat at the same table with me, hesitantly opening his report card, his facial expression going from calm to surprised, then to despair.
No doubt he had failed.
And it seemed impossible to retake the exam.
For a family running a small inn, the registration fee of five million wasn't easily cobbled together.
Seeing their dejected son, his parents wanted to step forward to comfort him but did not know how to begin.
I handed my report card to the young man, asking him to open it.
