As a true modern person, Feng Xia had seen so many private schools in his life—albeit the fact that they existed in various period dramas.
Back in those few years, period dramas were everywhere.
Whenever he switched on the television, nine out of ten channels were showing period dramas. When he clicked into the video websites, six of the seven trending topics were new period dramas. The themes were so wide that they covered almost everything from palace battles to dramatic fights.
Of course, the place being a private school was only Feng Xia's very first judgment—this should be a place similar to a school.
"There are books on the shelves. Maybe we can find clues about this street!"
Soon, Feng Xia found the entrance into the building. With a sword in one hand, he walked in carefully. Zhu Youniang followed behind him, her cheeks puffing in and out from time to time like she was blowing bubble gum, as she spitted out an illusory thread from her lips.