Guide to Failing as a Full-Level Green Tea-Chapter 115 - Starving to Death, Is That Even Possible?

After those words, the people outside started fighting.

Shen Roujia slowly walked up to the main gate of White Stone Academy and knocked amidst the chaos.

All eyes turned towards her, some curious, some expectant, and many just ready to mock.

“Look, another one trying to compete with you guys.”

The gatekeeper peeked out, looking Shen Roujia up and down. “Who are you?”

Shen Roujia lowered her voice, making it slightly hoarse. “I am Jia Shen, here to report.”

The gatekeeper looked at her skeptically. “Everyone claims to be Jia Shen. What proof do you have?”

Shen Roujia chuckled softly. “I am who I am. Why do I need proof?”

The crowd behind her started jeering, “What a thick-skinned guy, probably can’t compete with us with that scrawny body.”

The gatekeeper found it amusing and opened the door a bit wider. “Sir, the current situation is different. You need to show some evidence so I can report to the elders.”

Shen Roujia gently raised her slender fingers and tapped on the book box. “San, pen and ink.”

Zhang San quickly laid out the materials on the box. “Master, here you go.”

Shen Roujia picked up the brush and began writing swiftly on the paper.

Everyone craned their necks to see, but Zhang San blocked their view.

“Excuse me.”

Shen Roujia handed the paper to the gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper seemed puzzled but dutifully folded the paper and ran inside.

The door closed with a click.

Everyone held their breath, staring at the tightly shut door.

Whether out of expectation or curiosity, Shen Roujia stood tall, ignoring their stares.

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The whispers continued until urgent footsteps broke the silence.

Shen Roujia smiled naturally. “San, pack up.”

Zhang San packed the book box and carried it on his back.

The door creaked open.

An elderly man with graying temples rushed towards Shen Roujia.

His voice trembled as he grabbed her arm. “Are you Jia Shen?”

Shen Roujia nodded calmly. “Yes, sir.”

This elderly man was none other than the second elder of White Stone Academy, Kong Modao, known for his love of talent.

“Hurry, come in. You lot, open the gate for the seventh elder!”

The impostors outside, still lost in their dreams of instant success, couldn’t believe that Shen Roujia was the real Jia Shen.

“Did I see it right? That scrawny guy is Master Jia Shen?”

“What did he write that moved the second elder?”

“And when did he become the seventh elder of White Stone Academy?”

Under everyone’s gaze, the mysterious Jia Shen walked proudly into White Stone Academy.

As they walked, the second elder sighed.

“To write such revolutionary words, you must have advanced thoughts. Since you are willing to join our academy, the position of the seventh elder is yours.”

Shen Roujia chuckled. “I heard the previous seventh elder was a bookworm. Where is he now?”

The second elder replied with some regret, “He passed away last year. He was so obsessed with books that he forgot to eat and starved to death.”

Shen Roujia was stunned. Wait, did ancient people speak this bluntly? Starved to death, really?

The elderly Kong Modao, having not seen such talent in years, looked at Shen Roujia as if she were a priceless treasure.