Someone knocked on the gate of the Orthodox Academy. Xuanyuan Po went to see who it was, returning after a short while. Although this youth's face was covered in whiskers, they could not completely hide the red flush. This was anxiety and also shyness, because a girl holding an oil paper umbrella was following behind him to the library.
Tang Thirty-Six looked at this elegant and beautiful girl, a little perturbed. "Where did this lilac of a girl come from?"
Xuanyuan Po somewhat nervously wrung his hands, saying, "I also don't know which family this young lady is from, and she didn't say anything when I asked her."
Tang Thirty-Six asked, "And you just let her in? Although the Double Seventh was just last night, there's no need to go this far."
Xuanyuan Po immediately explained, "She said that she knew Chen Changsheng."