There weren't many disciples in the County School, only just over a hundred people.
But when a hundred people gathered in one place, not only was the main hall filled with people, but even the courtyard outside had no empty spots.
Sitting with the instructors at the same table were Zhao Mingde and some other aristocratic children most likely to advance to the State School. Also brought to the same place by the instructors was the little mute.
Unfortunately, the little mute was so silent and reserved that even though one or two instructors took notice of him, compared to Zhao Mingde and a few others surrounded by other instructors, the little mute's side was rather desolate.
Gradually, the two instructors who were conversing with the little mute also stopped being friendly with him. In the grand hall, the little mute could only pour and drink by himself.
