In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar!

After washing up, Wang Yan carefully put away the towel and cup, nodded and smiled at the forest rangers who were still wiping their faces and chatting, as if to say goodbye.

The forest rangers returned his smiles in a friendly manner, and one of them even waved to him.

Back in front of his simple tent, Wang Yan bent down and crawled inside.

The tent was not large, but it was very tidy, which Wang Yan had done himself.

He picked up the ranger's uniform that Tinari had prepared and unfolded it.

It's a cotton-linen blend, dyed a deep green common in rainforests. It's soft to the touch and has a clean, warm scent that comes from being thoroughly sun-dried, making you feel comfortable just smelling it.

Wang Yan quickly changed into the new uniform. The uniform fit him well, and after moving his arms around a few times, he felt that he could move freely without feeling restricted.

"That's really good."

He folded his old clothes and placed them on the ground outside the tent entrance, intending to wash them the next day.

After doing all this, he sat down on his bedding and reached out to turn on the lantern hanging on the tent frame.

The dim yet bright light immediately dispelled the shadows in the corner.

Wang Yan took out the thick book "Illustrated Guide to Rainforest Creatures, Volume One" from his bag and began to read it again under the lamplight.

The pages rustled between my fingers.

He read intently, his gaze sweeping over the detailed descriptions of rainforest ecology, monster characteristics, and plant distribution.

Wang Yan knew very well that in order to gain a foothold in the Hall of Wisdom, the Academy of Teachings, the ability to "understand languages" alone was far from enough.

An excellent scholar, in addition to being proficient in his own field, often has a broad range of other disciplines.

For example, Tinari was a scholar of the biocentric school, studying subjects such as biology, ecology, and medicine. However, Tinari was also proficient in the morphology and elemental sciences of the morphology school.

Otherwise, Abatui wouldn't have called him "senior."

There are many other examples like Tinaari.

If Wang Yan wants to do well in the Academy of Teachings, he must fill the gaps in his knowledge as soon as possible, especially in all aspects of the Sumeru native land.

A scholar should have the depth and demeanor of a scholar. It is acceptable to specialize in one subject, but not to specialize in one subject to an extreme degree.

As night deepened, Wang Yan yawned, feeling a wave of drowsiness wash over him.

He then put the book down.

He's almost finished reading this book; perhaps he'll have to wait until he goes to the Order House to see the second and third volumes.

Fortunately... Wang Yan looked to the side and saw a thick book titled "Characters, Strokes, Stripes: The Essence of Language".

"I'll try to finish reading this book before I reach Sumeru City," Wang Yan thought to himself.

Then he stretched, tidied up his things, and crawled into his bedding.

"Mmm, that feels good."

……

The next morning.

Wang Yan woke up to the sound of the forest ranger's training. He slowly opened his eyes and habitually stretched his somewhat stiff body.

I stayed up late reading by lamplight yesterday, and although I'm still a little tired, my mind is much clearer now.

He quickly folded the bedding, rolled up the blankets, tidied his appearance briefly, and then bent down and crawled out of the tent.

The scene outside the tent startled him slightly. There was a familiar food box on the ground, but the clothes he had changed out of last night were nowhere to be found.

"Stolen?"

Wang Yan's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously looked around.

People were already active in the camp, and faint shouts could be heard from the training ground in the distance, but no one could be seen nearby.

Wang Yan looked down again, glancing at the food box, and his gaze was immediately drawn to a note pressed on top of it.

The handwriting on the note was crooked and the strokes were somewhat clumsy, giving it a disjointed feel, but each stroke was written very carefully:

[Mr. Wang Yan, this is breakfast. I took your clothes to wash and dry them, then brought them back to you. —Ke Lai.]

"Oh, this..."

Wang Yan held the note, feeling a surge of heat rush to his cheeks, and his ears even felt hot.

He didn't expect that this morning, the other party not only brought him breakfast, but also quietly took his dirty clothes to wash.

A touch of emotion, like warm spring water, instantly washes over my heart.

In a foreign world where one is all alone and penniless, such meticulous care is all the more precious.

But at the same time, a strong sense of embarrassment followed immediately. A grown man like himself, having a young girl do his laundry…

"This girl is too honest and too enthusiastic."

Wang Yan scratched his head, the burning sensation on his face still lingering.

He picked up the food box; it was quite heavy, so Cole must have prepared something carefully again.

He sighed with a mixture of helplessness and gratitude, muttering to himself, "This is really... I'm owing more and more favors."

He carefully folded the note, put it in his pocket, and then, carrying the food box, decided to wash up first and then go to the forester's hut for a meal.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he set off, carrying his lunchbox to his "workstation".

Opening the food box, there were two pocket breads inside. Unlike the ones Amir had given Wang Yan before, these pocket breads had pretty markings on them.

Kolai's signature dish, the pocket bread "Longing".

The soft crust is stuffed with nutritious side dishes, making it convenient to carry and filling.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

Soon, Wang Yan swallowed the last bite of the delicious pocket bread, placed the food box on the corner of the table, and began to work.

With yesterday's experience, I handled these documents with even greater ease today. The pen scratched away, and the pile of processed documents on my right grew at a visible rate.

At noon, a young, unfamiliar forest ranger delivered the lunch. He put down the food box and casually said, "Master Kolai and Master Tinari have gone deep into the rainforest to check a newly discovered fungal community. Lunch will be provided by the canteen."

Wang Yan thanked him, opened the food box, and found a simple mixed vegetable dish and rice inside. The taste was indeed not as good as Ke Lai's cooking, but he still ate it all carefully.

Just as I finished clearing away the dishes and was about to continue working at my desk, a familiar voice called out from outside the tent: "Wang Yan, Wang Yan, are you there?"

It's Amir.

Wang Yan got up, lifted the curtain, and went out. Sure enough, he saw Amir standing not far away with a cheerful smile on his face.

"Amir, what brings you here? Where's Iraz? What do you need me for?" Wang Yan asked with a smile.

"Iraz is off work today, catching up on sleep." Amir waved his hand. "I took on a daily quest to clear the weeds and vines around the Seven Gods Statue. I was thinking you haven't seen our Sumeru Statue yet, right? Want to come take a look? It's on the edge of the rainforest, not far. It'll be good for stretching your muscles."

Seven Gods Statue?

Wang Yan's heart stirred, and he did indeed feel a bit curious.

As is widely known, travelers can gain elemental power by touching the Statue of the Seven.

"And what about me?" Wang Yan wondered inwardly.

It would be wonderful if he could reach out and touch things to obtain elemental power, just like the Traveler.

So Wang Yan smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'm almost done with my work anyway, so I'll go with you."