Old Men Who Suffer from Eighth-Grader Syndrome
Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations
"I think this is the place."
The old men had white hair, but their footsteps were strong and steady, unlike other people of their age.
The elder who walked in the front was skinny, but he had thick bone structure and a plump forehead. His solemn expression and meticulous movements gave others a sense of a powerful presence.
The aura he emitted was different from officials who were rewarded a lot of treasures after wars. The latter showed off their new nobility with utmost arrogance while this man looked like someone who was born to be a nobleman; prestige ran in his blood.
Everything about this old man proved that he wasn't someone of ordinary status!
The tall and big elder behind him pushed open the glass doors. Then, that elder bowed down and waited on the side.
Nalan Hongwu walked in, and Elder Fu shouted, "Who's the owner?"
Fang Qi pointed at the little blackboard and replied, "What would you liked to play?"