In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar!

Although she didn't understand Mr. Wang Yan's method, Ke Lai still bowed deeply to express her gratitude.

Then, she left the camp in a hurry, as if carrying a mountain of knowledge on her back.

Wang Yan watched the girl's disappearing figure and shook his head helplessly.

It's not that he's trying to put on an act; it's just that his mind has a systematic learning method, and that's all he has.

It's always better to say something than to keep quiet.

He put down his book, picked up the food box that Cole had given him, opened it, and found a curry rice dish.

Golden curry sauce coats plump grains of rice, garnished with tender stewed potato chunks, diced carrots, and a few tempting pieces of meat.

Perhaps because Wang Yan mentioned he was from Liyue, a pair of chopsticks was included in the food box.

Smelling the delicious aroma, Wang Yan's stomach immediately started growling after a long day of travel.

"Tsk, this is healthier than the takeout food I eat in my rented apartment."

After making a comment, Wang Yan immediately started eating, picked up his chopsticks, and eagerly put a mouthful into his mouth.

The thick curry, with its mild spiciness and unique spice aroma, explodes on the tongue, instantly engulfing the taste buds.

The rich and sweet coconut milk perfectly balances the spiciness, the potatoes soak up the broth and melt in your mouth, while the diced carrots bring a touch of sweet aftertaste.

The meat chunks are tender and flavorful, with the essence of curry seeping into the fibers, resulting in a savory and rich taste.

His hungry body was completely awakened by the warm and plentiful food. Ignoring the heat, Wang Yan quickly shoveled down a large mouthful, letting the rich and fragrant flavors roll around in his mouth. Every grain of rice coated with sauce brought him immense satisfaction.

At that moment, Wang Yan realized that sometimes eating can really make people feel happy.

The food box contained not only rice but also a bowl of clear soup, which, when paired with the flavorful curry rice, was absolutely delicious.

After wolfing down his food and finishing the fight, Wang Yan let out a long sigh of relief: "That felt good~"

After eating and drinking his fill, Wang Yan completely relaxed.

I have a habit of feeling dizzy after eating a full meal.

After a while, the sky had completely darkened.

Wang Yan tidied up the bowls and chopsticks, put them back into the food box, and then, following Ke Lai's instructions, placed the food box outside the tent.

Wang Yan intended to read a little longer, but the drowsiness after eating was too overwhelming, and he couldn't resist climbing into his tent, opening his bedding, and falling asleep immediately.

...

the other side.

Cole jogged back to his cabin, slightly out of breath, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

Tinari was waiting in front of her cottage, his serene figure outlined by the moonlight.

"Catch your breath first, no rush," Tina's gentle voice rang out, carrying his usual composure.

Ke Lai obediently stopped, took a few deep breaths, and after his chest heaved calmly, he raised his hand to wipe his forehead.

Seeing that she had recovered, Tina Li finally spoke: "How did it go, Mr. Wang Yan? Did you get anything out of him?"

"Phew... I found you, Master Tinari."

Ke Lai nodded, recalling Wang Yan's long string of words, and a trace of confusion reappeared in her clear eyes.

"What Mr. Wang Yan said... was very profound... He said that we need to build a 'cognitive framework,' 'extract and classify professional vocabulary,' understand it in conjunction with 'example sentences,' and break down 'word roots and affixes'... He also said that we need 'high-frequency repetition' and 'contextual application'..."

She tried her best to repeat the unfamiliar terms.

Finally, a hint of embarrassment and shyness crept in: "I didn't quite understand the specific instructions."

Tinari didn't seem to care about Kolei's shyness. He thoughtfully stroked his chin, his tail tip swaying slightly. "Sounds like an academic system methodology... It doesn't seem to be entirely self-taught... Hmm, could it be some family tradition from Liyue?"

Because Liyue people occasionally pass through the tunnels in Daocheng Forest, the Tinari are somewhat familiar with Liyue.

Besides the public education academies, the Tinari also know that Liyue has many long-established families with unique systems of inheritance.

This guy named Wang Yan can't produce a graduation certificate from the academy, but he can come up with a systematic learning plan...

After a moment's thought, Tinari looked at Cole: "Didn't that guy Elhesen give you some relics before? You can go and ask him about them tomorrow."

Cole blinked her big eyes: "Master, didn't you say he wasn't a bad person?"

If they're not bad people, why would you test them?

Tina glared at her irritably: "Idiot, didn't Amir say before that this Wang Yan might know the Traveler? Since he might be a friend of the Traveler and wants to enter the Faith House, let's see if he has any real skills."

"Oh, oh." Cole's eyes lit up. "If he really has the skills, then Master, you can be his recommender."

Tinari nodded: "I won't recommend him. I'm not good at writing and language. But I can recommend other scholars to him. However, if he's not capable enough, even if I recommend him, he won't be able to join the Order of the Fathers. After all... not everyone is Paimon."

Tinari was speechless at Elhesen's recommendation of Paimon to join the Indoctrination school.

After all, from any perspective, Paimon did not meet the requirements of the Council of the Fathers.

Fortunately, Paimon was still a beginner, not even a [Tiriyas], otherwise, the Church of England would have been plunged into darkness again.

"Alright, it's getting late, you should get some rest too," Tinari said to Cole.

Cole nodded: "Yes, Master Tinari!"

Tina nodded and turned to leave.

As Cole watched, he thought to himself: Master Tinari says he doesn't care, but he's still trying to find a solution...

If Tina Li really didn't care, why would she spend so much effort paying attention to a stranger?

...

The next day.

Wang Yan woke up from his sleep.

It has to be said that sleeping within the range of human activity is more comfortable than in the wild, even when he is in the wild, there are two people, Amir and Iraz, watching over him.

Stretching, Wang Yan sat up from the covers. A ray of sunlight shone through the gaps in the tent and warmed his face.

Besides the sunlight, shouts could be heard coming from outside the tent.

Wang Yan peeked out and took a look. He saw that it was a group of young people wearing green forest patrol uniforms, who were training.

Some were running, some were doing strength training, and some were practicing archery.

It looks quite lively.

"What, you want to train too?"

A cold voice came from the side. Wang Yan turned his head and saw Tinali standing by his tent, looking at him indifferently.

"Ahem, sorry, I just woke up." Wang Yan chuckled and then crawled out of the tent. "Good morning, Tinali."

"...It's getting late. In two hours, it will be lunchtime." Tinari's voice seemed to carry a hint of sarcasm. "It's a pity that Cole brought you breakfast so early in the morning, but you were still asleep."

This morning, Ke Lai brought breakfast and the relics given to her by Elhesen to find Wang Yan, only to discover that he was still asleep.

Cole was a good child and didn't have the heart to disturb her, so she obediently put down her breakfast and went home.

Wang Yan only just realized that the food box he left behind last night had disappeared, replaced by a new food box.

A hint of embarrassment crept across Wang Yan's face, but he still forced himself to save face, saying, "I was probably just too tired yesterday."

"Heh, an ancient script researcher can't keep up with this kind of stamina," Tinari chuckled. "Those who study ancient scripts inevitably have to go to ruins, otherwise they can only stay at home waiting for others to have already studied secondhand material... They won't produce any results, and their papers will just be duplicates of others' work... Tsk..."

His final soft "tsk" was probably referring to some junior student.