In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar!

Leaving the accommodation area, Wang Yan followed Faliha up the winding floating staircase to the Order House.

The enormous building, embedded in the sacred tree, appears both holy and majestic.

There were more scholars around than I had ever seen before.

Some people walked briskly, while others gathered in small groups to discuss their topics.

Wang Yan even witnessed two people who were discussing a problem eventually escalating into a physical fight, but unfortunately, they were dragged away by disciplinary officers in uniform shortly afterward.

In short, the academic atmosphere is still very strong.

Wang Yan, dressed in a forest ranger's uniform, followed Faliha without being stopped or questioned.

Upon entering the Order House, Fariha led Wang Yan directly to a secluded office.

I knocked gently on the door, but there was no response.

"Is nobody here?" Wang Yan frowned slightly.

Fariha shook her head: "No, she must be asleep."

As she spoke, she reached out and pushed the door open, walking inside, with Wang Yan quickly following.

The office was small, with two bookshelves, a desk, and an office chair. A person was sitting in the chair, leaning over the desk.

She wore a black and white backless mini dress with a blue ribbon tied at the waist, and a divine eye could be faintly seen within it.

The headdress, bracelets, and skirt are covered in stars, full of celestial elements.

Fariha looked at the sleeping girl and shook her head helplessly: "Laila, time to get back to work, wake up."

As Fariha finished speaking, the girl who was leaning on the desk trembled slightly on the shoulder.

She groggily raised her head, her dark blue hair sticking messily to her cheeks, and her sleepy eyes seemed to reflect the lingering starlight.

She paused for a few seconds before suddenly realizing someone was standing in front of the table, and her eyes widened instantly.

"Ugh—!"

Laila stood up hurriedly, the star-shaped ornaments on her skirt clinking slightly.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, her fingers nervously clenching the blue ribbon at her waist, and she said repeatedly:

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry... I fell asleep, I'm so sorry!"

Fariha shook her head: "No need to apologize, Laila. It's not a big deal. You're a scholar who dares to debate with [Habantha]."

Laila's face turned even redder: "It's because that master didn't mind, not because I'm so capable..."

Laiira once had a debate with a highly respected Habantha several times over an astrological issue at a seminar. In reality, the debate was just that Habantha disagreed with some of the data in Laiira's paper, while Laiira compiled her detailed thoughts into reports and submitted them to Habantha time and time again.

While such behavior is not against the rules within the Order of the Church, it is not encouraged either.

On the one hand, if the seminar report is not approved, it will have a huge negative impact on the students' final assessment.

On the other hand, it would be presumptuous to argue academic issues with a Habantha, and any Habantha would far surpass the student in terms of knowledge and experience.

Usually, in the end, the students argue until the very end, only to find that they are wrong, wasting time and losing face.

However, Laiila persisted for six months until the Habantha, after communicating with more scholars, confirmed that Laiila was correct. The Habantha then bowed his head and admitted his mistake to Laiila.

This incident made Laila famous within the Faculty, and also made many people aware of this genius girl from the Minglun School.

Meanwhile, after this incident, Laiira gained her divine eye.

Seeing Laila blush, Fariha shook her head: "Alright, alright, Laila, this Mr. Wang Yan wants to rent a room. Here is the house number. Please help him register it."

Then she introduced Wang Yan: "This is Laiila, a scholar of the Minglun School, who also serves as the instructor of the dormitory area of ​​the Church."

Getting down to business, Laila's blush finally faded a little: "Hello, for renting a room, please provide your identification information. Certificates from various countries are acceptable..."

Wang Yan was a little embarrassed; where did he get his household registration?

Fortunately, Faliha spoke up: "Wang Yan lost his luggage when he came to Sumeru from Liyue. He doesn't have a household registration, but he has a work certificate. Use that."

She took out the contract from her bosom and handed it to Laiira.

"A contract? Hmm, that works too." Lai Yi stretched out his hand to take it, then took out a document and started writing.

Wang Yan glanced at it; it was a rental contract, similar to the one before he transmigrated, except it lacked a damage assessment indicator.

Hopefully, the Order of the Nation won't assess the damage with a lantern.

While writing the contract, Laila suddenly looked up and said, "You probably didn't prepare any photos, did you? There's a photo booth over there. Could you please take a full-body photo with your face clearly visible?"

She pointed to the left, and sure enough, there was a phonograph machine standing in front of the bookshelf.

"Okay, I'll do it." Fariha nodded. "Wang Yan, stand by the wall, I'll take a picture of you."

Wang Yan obediently listened to him.

Teyvat's phonograph is closer to an instant camera, and even more advanced.

You can shoot and get the photos instantly, without even worrying about overexposure.

After Faliha finished taking photos of Wang Yan, Laila had also finished writing the contract: "Mr. Wang Yan, please sign here and then pay the rent. Today is the 5th. You need to pay the rent before the 5th of each month. Otherwise, there will be an extra penalty for late payment. If you do not pay the rent for more than a month, the house will be taken back. Of course, if you are a scholar and sometimes need to go out for research, that can be calculated separately and paid later."

It took more than a month to receive the house... Scholars can still make up for it later... The Order of the Church is surprisingly humane.

Wang Yan nodded, signed the contract, and pressed his fingerprint on it.

Then, Wang Yan handed the Mora bag given by Tina to Laiira. He had already taken out the extra twenty Mora in advance.

Laiira counted the Mora coins one by one, and after confirming that the number was correct, she smiled and handed Wang Yan a rental contract and a key: "This is the standard key. Although there is a 30-person patrol team in the accommodation area, I still suggest that you change the lock as soon as possible."

"Okay, thank you." Wang Yan reached out and took it, thanking him again.

"Then we'll be going now, goodbye Leira," Fariha said.

"Well, take care, you two."

...

Leave Laila's office.

"Okay, that's all done. I'll go get your work contract and file it now, so I won't keep you company any longer," Fariha said.

Wang Yan nodded quickly: "Okay, thank you for your help today. You can go ahead and get back to work. I'll treat you and Ian to dinner next time you have some free time."

"Haha, I'll remember that." Faliha nodded with a smile, then suddenly waved her hand and turned to walk deeper into the Church House.

Wang Yan watched her walk away before turning and heading out of the Academy.

He did not go directly back to the small house he had just rented, following the same route he had come from.

Instead, they changed direction and headed towards Baoshang Street.

Wang Yan looked at the house earlier; it was very clean, but there was nothing inside.

Before the day ends, Wang Yan needs to buy at least one set of bedding, two sets of clothes to change into, as well as spare food and other daily necessities.

Of course, there is something even more important, which is... to buy some introductory books on epistemology.

No matter when Farusan returns, she still needs to have some real skills to pass the exam.

Although Wang Yan can acquire mastery of language and writing through his "proficiency in language," he still needs a systematic knowledge base.

Otherwise, one will often find oneself knowing what happens but not why it happens.