Ouyang Rong checked the knots one last time, licked his chapped lips, and with a "whoosh," bounced up onto the lotus platform.,There was also a girl sitting with her knees hugged to her chest and her face buried in them. She was already slender, but wearing a Han-style dress made her appear even more frail.,As the postgraduate hopeful was about to throw another dice, his body suddenly stiffened. He lowered his eyes and silently looked down at himself, noticing the unfamiliar Confucian robe he had always tried to ignore.。