Did ancient kings really have their riddles recorded by historians? If they did, wouldn't the books become incredibly thick?
This is a personal quote.
"Alright, everyone, think about it. What kind of riddle is this?"
The dean pondered for a long time but couldn't figure out the answer.
Many professors and experts fell silent upon seeing the riddle, and the entire conference room became quiet.
This kind of riddle... is it a riddle or a brain teaser? It's truly a life-threatening puzzle.
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin pondered for a moment, looking at the stone pillar, and carefully recalled the books from his previous life.
This period of history...
He hadn't paid close attention to it, only skimming through it.
Now, if he could recall it properly, perhaps some memories would surface.
Zhou Lin sat on the ground, feeling extremely frustrated. He first tried to recall the books, but then his thoughts began to wander.
His past recollections evolved into the current situation.
Zhou Lin began to complain inwardly. Ever since arriving in this tomb, he had been very agitated.
Although he had obtained a considerable amount of money from the Eagle Country, that was through his own skills.
There was nothing wrong with that. However, after the professor from the Eagle Country died, there was no more money.
He was essentially operating at a loss.
Every venture had been a money-losing one, which was truly a big setback.
He hadn't made a single cent so far. Oh, he was so frustrated.
Money, it was all gone. After working for so long, not a single cent remained.
Zhou Lin's extreme frustration was evident on his face.
The Xuanxue Professor and the others inside the protective shield were all observing Zhou Lin's demeanor.
This was the first time they had seen him so agitated.
"It seems Zhou Lin is also stumped. He doesn't seem to have figured out the answer. This is truly difficult to guess," Guo Liang whispered softly after seeing Zhou Lin's expression.
The Xuanxue Professor felt the same.
If Zhou Lin didn't know, they wouldn't know either.
"Don't you guys love studying riddles? Why aren't you studying now? Hurry up and think about what to do next." The Xuanxue Professor looked at the students beside him with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.
The students were also helpless. They had studied such things before, but they were just for amusement. They never thought it would turn into this...
"We truly don't know, Professor. Please don't make things difficult for us. This is very difficult to guess. If there's bravery, there's also cowardice; this is an emotional issue."
"Are we supposed to go up there and perform an emotional demonstration?" one of the students said helplessly.
Captain Bai and the others, along with the professor, felt that there was some truth to this. It seemed to be the case.
But how to solve this problem was a difficult question.
At this moment, Zhou Lin, who was feeling frustrated, heard the students' conversation and suddenly understood something.
He was instantly overjoyed.
The next moment, he retracted the protective shield.
"Come here, all of you."
Zhou Lin beckoned them over.
These people, somewhat confused, walked towards Zhou Lin. Fortunately, Tai Peng had stopped his rain-making at this time and was standing aside, seemingly deep in thought.
The netizens watching the live stream were in a frenzy, discussing Zhou Lin's actions.
"What the heck, what's going on with the boss? Is he calling them over because he's found a solution?"
"Probably? Otherwise, why would he call them all over? Did he find the answer?"
"It's hard to say. This is the first time I've seen the boss so frustrated. It shows how difficult this is."
"Oh my god, the last time I saw Boss Zhou Lin so frustrated, it was about money. Is it about money again this time?"
"It shouldn't be, right? At a time like this, can he still be thinking about money?"
"Haha, it seems no matter the time, the boss can always think about money."
...
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin looked at everyone who had entered the pavilion, his gaze sweeping over them. When he saw a student standing nearby, he beckoned him over.
"You, come here."
Hu Miao, seeing Zhou Lin call him, walked over in confusion.
"Professor..."
"Do you miss home? Do you have any family left?"
"Or has anyone bullied you at school?"
Zhou Lin's questions confused the people around him. What was going on?
Why was he asking this?
"I..."
"If you have any grievances, just say them. Don't worry, I'll stand up for you."
Seeing that he wasn't speaking, Zhou Lin quickly said.
"No one bullies me at school. I actually feel quite happy here. My family... I don't like my family. They all bully me."
"I was once from a well-off family, but later the family faced a financial crisis. They wanted me to drop out of school to support my sister and brother's education. I refused, so my parents cut off all my support."
"I've been working and studying part-time. They still extort money from me from time to time. It's already difficult enough to support myself, and now they still bully me. That home is colder than school."
Hearing Hu Miao's explanation, everyone was surprised, but more so, they felt pity.
Especially the students among them, who knew how difficult Hu Miao's life was. They often saw him eating plain steamed buns, too reluctant to even buy a piece of meat.
It was only when classmates couldn't bear to see it that they would order food together and bring him along to eat meat.
But they only knew that Hu Miao was reluctant to spend money; they never imagined the situation was this dire.
Now that they knew, their hearts ached even more.
"Anything else? Do you feel bad now?"
Zhou Lin hadn't expected Hu Miao's life to be so miserable and continued to press.
"They have already caused me great harm. I am their child, why are they treating me like this? My brother and sister's grades are not as good as mine, why can't I study?"
"Clearly, the family can no longer provide a superior life for me, why are they unaffected, while I am forced to drop out of school and still have to send them money every month? Why?"
The more Hu Miao spoke, the more wronged he felt, and tears welled up in his eyes.
The students and professors beside him felt that this child was about to cry.
They looked at him with heartache.
At this moment, they had completely forgotten the purpose for which Zhou Lin had called them over.
Zhou Lin looked at the student beside him, feeling extremely wronged, and intensified his efforts.
"Are there any bad behaviors? Can you tell me about them?"
The student, with red eyes, stared at Zhou Lin.
"Saying it out loud will make you feel much better. If you feel wronged, it's normal to cry. Everyone has difficult times, and so do I."