: Does Confucius have the bloodline of a universal nation?

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Bae Joo-hyun's live stream public chat was filled with question marks, thousands upon thousands of them.

"Sibal! Is the opponent a sore loser? They ran away with such a big advantage!"

"Xia Country People are just like that, no class."

"I'll f*ck your horse! You Korean bastard, what are you barking about?"

"Baka yarou! Losers have no right to speak!"

"F*ck you, this Streamer called Brother Hu has no Western chivalry at all."

The public chat was full of insults directed at Tang Hu; such an act of running away was clearly disgraceful.

Although everyone didn't understand why Tang Hu, with a score advantage, would run away at the very end.

It was truly baffling.

Lee Se-hyun was dumbfounded; why did that punk run faster than a rabbit?

He was still looking forward to Bae Joo-hyun, the ice queen, doing a suggestive dance.

What the hell! You punk!

"Um... everyone, the Streamer has something to do today, so I'm ending the stream."

Before the viewers in the live stream could react, Bae Joo-hyun directly ended the stream.

Everyone was caught off guard, helplessly typing countless question marks in the chat.

What's going on with all this every day?

Bae Joo-hyun had actually planned to end the stream after one PK match because she had an elective history class that morning.

Her roommate, Go Yoon-jung, had been frantically messaging her on her phone.

Go Yoon-jung: "If you don't come now, you'll be late."

The university system in The Peninsula was very strict, especially for Seoul University, a top-tier institution.

Being late?

That would result in a deduction of academic credits!

Most importantly, it would displease the course instructor!

Given The Peninsula's hierarchical system where respect for elders is paramount, Bae Joo-hyun couldn't help but shiver.

She rushed to the classroom.

"You ended your stream?" Go Yoon-jung whispered.

Bae Joo-hyun entered the classroom just in time. Fortunately, the instructor, who had already arrived, merely glanced at her.

Beautiful girls always receive a little preferential treatment.

Bae Joo-hyun bowed to apologize and quickly sat next to Go Yoon-jung.

Bae Joo-hyun was the visual representative of their art department, ranking first in terms of looks.

Go Yoon-jung, her best friend and confidante, knew that Bae Joo-hyun streamed on Sound Note Platform.

"Mm." Bae Joo-hyun nodded, slowly adjusted her breathing, and returned to her usual icy demeanor.

She took out the textbook for today's class, "World History."

"Alright, everyone's here, right?" The history teacher clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention.

"Today, we've reached the Xia Country chapter of World History. Please turn to page 78..."

The history teacher, speaking in very authentic Capital City Peninsula language, lectured on the history of Xia Country as presented in the textbook.

Underneath the classroom, Go Yoon-jung and Bae Joo-hyun were secretly slacking off.

There was no helping it; aside from specific enthusiasts, very few people generally liked history.

World War II history excluded!

"Hey, why did the Streamer who was in the PK just now run away?"

"And who exactly is that guy called Lee Se-hyun?!"

Go Yoon-jung's string of questions left Bae Joo-hyun flustered. Why are you asking so many questions?

What does it have to do with you?

"I don't know." Bae Joo-hyun said indifferently, picking up her pen and taking notes in her notebook.

In fact, she truly didn't know what had happened.

A person suddenly appeared in her mind; perhaps it might be related to Lee Se-hyun?

Go Yoon-jung observed Bae Joo-hyun's micro-expressions and, after making a judgment, realized she was likely not lying.

So, she automatically skipped the topic.

"Then who is Lee Se-hyun? You..."

Bang!

The history teacher picked up the textbook and slammed it heavily on the podium.

"Student Go Yoon-jung, do you have any dissatisfaction with the teacher?"

"No, no." Go Yoon-jung quickly stood up, shaking her head.

Oh no, I got caught slacking off in class by the teacher.

How embarrassing!

"Then is there something wrong with what the teacher is saying? You can point it out. Tell the class what it is."

"The teacher won't get angry, after all, there's no seniority when it comes to knowledge."

"Huh?" Go Yoon-jung was bewildered; she didn't even know what part of the lecture they were on.

She only vaguely heard it was about the history of Xia Country; everything else was a blank.

Go Yoon-jung could only look to the side for help, at Bae Joo-hyun, the academic ace and department beauty.

The history teacher smiled: "Student Go Yoon-jung, when you attend the teacher's class, do you not even open your textbook?"

"Could it be that you've mastered everything? Or perhaps you're not quite satisfied with me as a teacher?"

"No, no, no..." Go Yoon-jung quickly flipped open her textbook, cleverly glancing at Bae Joo-hyun's page.

However, all of this was under the watchful eye of the history teacher, and even everyone else.

"Alright, alright." The history teacher directly told Go Yoon-jung to sit down.

Expecting Go Yoon-jung, who was at the bottom of her age group, to listen in class?

That felt like a stretch!

If Go Yoon-jung hadn't disrupted the class order, the history teacher wouldn't have even bothered with her.

"Teacher! I have a question!" Bae Joo-hyun stood up, fiercely defending her best friend.

"Oh? Student Bae Joo-hyun, is there something the teacher said that was incorrect?"

"You can speak freely; our Peninsula Republic is a country of free speech."

Bae Joo-hyun was a famous academic ace in the class, and even in the department.

The combination of "academic ace" and "beautiful" was a winning hand.

This was also why Bae Joo-hyun entered the classroom just in time, secretly slacked off during class, yet only Go Yoon-jung was called out.

Privilege happens everywhere!

The same goes for school!

Go Yoon-jung pouted, feelingdissatisfied. The teacher was all smiles towards Bae Joo-hyun but strict with her.

The bias was utterly blatant.

Go Yoon-jung, who could hang out with Bae Joo-hyun and become good friends with her, was naturally also very beautiful.

But because she didn't like to study, she spent all her days tinkering with psychology.

This made many teachers not particularly fond of her.

"How could Confucius of Xia Country possibly have the bloodline of our Peninsula Country?"

"Our textbooks all have clear records of this." The history teacher confidently pointed to the annotations in the textbook.

"Confucius indeed possessed our Peninsula's bloodline, and even Li Bai also possessed it."

"Beyond doubt!"

The Cosmic Nation, truly lives up to its name!

Bae Joo-hyun refuted with reason and evidence: "According to historical records, Confucius was born thousands of years ago in Xia Country."

"An era called the Warring States period."

"That's right! Student Bae Joo-hyun is indeed the academic ace of our department; she even understands Xia Country's history so well."

Facing the history teacher's praise, Bae Joo-hyun's expression didn't change as she continued: "But do you know?"

"When Xia Country was in the Warring States period, what dynasty was our country in?"

"Well... Student Bae Joo-hyun, please sit down first." The history teacher was a bit embarrassed.

He certainly knew that the history in the textbook was nonsense; the people of the Peninsula Republic had already developed skin thicker than city walls.

Bae Joo-hyun remained standing, continuing to ask: "Teacher, and what you said before, about eating Zongzi."

"Is the Dragon Boat Festival also ours, the Peninsula Republic's?"

"Bae Joo-hyun!" the history teacher scolded. If Bae Joo-hyun kept disrupting the class like this,

it would likely turn into a complete mess.

"Please sit down first, and the teacher will explain everything to you in detail." The history teacher said.

"The Dragon Boat Festival is indeed ours, the Peninsula Republic's. We have already applied for its inclusion as a World Heritage item with the Federal Government."

"World Heritage?" Go Yoon-jung immediately stood up and retorted: "Whoever applies for World Heritage, it becomes theirs?"

"Teacher, why don't you just apply for the universe to be a World Heritage item? That way, our Great Han Republic will be the cosmic nation."

"Hahahahahahahahaha."

The classroom erupted in laughter; it proved that everyone wasn't foolish.

Those who could get into Seoul University, a top-tier institution, all had perfectly sound intellects.

"Teacher, you once said that the most important thing in history is to seek truth from facts."

"Aren't you just talking nonsense with your eyes wide open?"

Bae Joo-hyun's series of fatal questions, coupled with the assist from her good friend Go Yoon-jung,

a mixed doubles attack!

The history teacher was so angry his mustache seemed to stand on end: "You... you two, you're incorrigible!!!"

The history teacher threw his textbook and ran out of the classroom.

It didn't matter whose Confucius, Li Bai, or Dragon Boat Festival belonged to.

What mattered most was the history teacher's face!

Being publicly rebutted by students to the point of speechlessness, he lost a lot of face.

The history teacher was fuming, his mustache bristling and his eyes wide with anger.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Lee Se-hyun had already boarded the plane to Piaoliang Guo.

Chief Prosecutor Cheng still hadn't been seen, and even Secretary Wang hadn't been seen.

They must have used a specialaisle.

Not with this group of people.

Lee Se-hyun had no choice but to abandon the plan for now, waiting until he got off the plane and checked into the hotel. He would have to find Chief Prosecutor Cheng regardless.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Lee Se-hyun immediately messaged Secretary Wang, asking for his location.

"Secretary Wang!"

"Ah! Chief Li, you've come at a good time! Let me introduce you to these representatives."

"This is Chairman Wu..."