In the main hall of the bookstore, Wu Jinliang leaned on the counter to strike up a conversation with Dongliang Ying, the third miss, entangled in the topic of assuring he really didn't smell.
Occasionally, he would be interrupted by those scholars gathered inside discussing matters from heaven to earth. Wu Jinliang found them a bit bothersome; they always seemed to know everything about the universe. The third miss might be into this line of work, as she appeared to enjoy their style. When she met someone who could create good poetry, her eyes would light up, and she would even offer things for free.
Since that's the case, he wanted to blend in with these scholars as well, as he often came to read too, but he was eventually discouraged by their endless poetry competitions and finally understood why the Master could only sit in the corner.
The only comfort he could offer himself was that, even if they gathered together, he could easily snap them apart.
