"No way, I can't even recognize a single big character. How could I know any poetry?" Yusuf Zuck replied outright, as he was never one to be pretentious. He thought those who wrote poetry just to pass the time were all simply bored out of their minds.
"Oh? So you don't want to recite poetry or write verses? Then why are you going to the poetry gathering? You even need literary flair to pick up girls there." Ayden Acme chuckled.
"I'm just going to meet some people," Yusuf considered and replied.
"Then you'll need literary skill even more; otherwise, who would want to befriend you?"
"I'm just going to take a look. Let's keep moving," Yusuf waved his hand, unwilling to elaborate, and Ayden wisely stopped asking. Instead, he took out the Silver Spear's One Hundred Eight Techniques, eagerly studying them.
Yusuf glanced at him. This guy was just a little pervert—are all scholars like this?
