Out of the blue, a student fell from the sky. Crying and begging to take me as their master! It's as if I've suddenly become some top-tier big shot like a Xuan Niao. If they cling to my coattails, they could smoothly rise to prominence, get a promotion and a raise, and reach the pinnacle of life. Even big shots who once seemed untouchable wrote personal letters of recommendation, with warm words and friendly attitudes, seeking *my* opinion, *this* young man, trying to make a deal. 'Little brother, my no-good great-grandson is crying and shouting about serving you as his ox and horse. Could you do me a favor and take him under your wing, alright?'
Huai Shi looked down at the brief letter of recommendation, turning it over and over. He made sure he was not hallucinating or drugged. There was no Curse or hidden malice in the letter.
And Lin Nineteen indeed appeared utterly sincere, without any hint of conspiracy or trickery.
