To the First Emperor of Qin: The state has decreed this!

Chapter 8 The Convicted Official, Zhao Gao, Enters the Palace

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Fan looked at the remaining 45% battery on his phone, then at the heavy Desert Eagle in his hand, and felt an overwhelming sense of security.

In this era of cold weapons, this is a true divine weapon!

He played with it for a while, imitating how he aimed and pulled the bolt in the movie.

Only when drowsiness washed over him did he carefully hide the gun under his pillow, place his phone close to his body, and fall into a deep sleep.

However, just as he was about to drift off to sleep—

hum... hum...

My phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket, and the screen lit up with a blinding light.

Zhang Fan frowned in annoyance and took out his phone.

It turned out that the university's class group was flashing messages like crazy.

He clicked on it, and the first thing he saw was a message from counselor Teacher Wang to all members:

[Counselor - Teacher Wang]: @Zhang Fan, you haven't been to any of your major classes all day, and you're not answering my calls. Where are you?

[Counselor - Teacher Wang]: Please give me an explanation immediately!

Several students immediately jumped out in response to the message.

[Liu Wei]: Teacher Wang, don't bother looking for him anymore. Zhang Fan is probably delivering food again. He wants money but not academic credits.

[Zhao Lili]: [Laughing while covering face] Exactly, can a food delivery worker have the same aspirations as us future social elites?

[Class Monitor - Sun Hao]: @Zhang Fan, quickly apologize to Teacher Wang, don't make a big deal out of it.

Looking at these sarcastic and unsettling messages.

Zhang Fan's pre-existing morning grumpiness was instantly ignited.

But a bitter feeling also welled up in my heart.

The reason he's working so hard to deliver food is because his parents lost their jobs and are under immense pressure.

There's a younger sister below!

What's wrong with wanting to lighten the burden on your family?

He is now in the Qin Dynasty palace, chatting and laughing with the First Emperor of All Time, holding a divine weapon that can determine the course of history.

And these people were still pointing fingers at him about his day's lessons.

A huge sense of absurdity and irritation welled up inside me.

He was half-asleep, his fingers flying across the screen as he typed a line of text and sent it without a second thought.

[Zhang Fan]: I've time-traveled. I'm in the Qin Dynasty now, and I can't go back.

There was a three-second silence in the group chat.

Immediately, an unprecedented burst of laughter erupted.

[Liu Wei]: Hahahaha! Did I see that right? Time travel? Zhang Fan, did you lose your mind delivering takeout?

[Zhao Lili]: [laughing and crying][laughing and crying] Oh my god, this is the funniest joke I've heard all year!

[Zhao Lili]: Brother Fan, did you dress up as an emperor or a eunuch?

[Class Monitor - Sun Hao]: Zhang Fan, stop fooling around and quickly apologize to the teacher!

Zhang Fan stared at the screen, feeling a headache coming on.

Just as he was about to turn off his phone, another message popped up from his counselor, Teacher Wang, this time brimming with obvious anger.

[Counselor - Teacher Wang]: Zhang Fan! What kind of attitude is this?! I'm talking to you about a very serious disciplinary issue! And you're still spouting nonsense and trying to attract attention!

[Counselor - Teacher Wang]: Do you think you're being funny? Skipping class is skipping class!

[Counselor - Teacher Wang]: Don't give me these ridiculous excuses! Do you think you've lost your sense of self just because you've made some money delivering food?

[Counselor - Teacher Wang]: Let me tell you, if you don't graduate, no one will even hire you to deliver food!

Seeing the counselor's barrage of sarcastic remarks, Zhang Fan's temper flared up.

[Zhang Fan]: Believe it or not, I'm too lazy to explain.

This sentence completely ignited the counselor's anger.

[Counselor - Teacher Wang]: Okay! Well, what a convenient excuse for not wanting to explain! Zhang Fan, I'm putting my words here!

[Counselor - Teacher Wang]: Bring a 20,000-word handwritten self-criticism to my office at 8:00 AM tomorrow!

[Counselor - Teacher Wang]: If I don't see you, I'll call your parents immediately, then report it to the college and give you a major demerit! Let's see how you pretend then!

Looking at the words "20,000-word self-criticism", "call the parents", and "major demerit", I felt a chill.

Zhang Fan covered his head, feeling a sudden dizziness.

Absurd! Utterly absurd!

I was discussing important matters of the world with Qin Shi Huang, and you want me to go back and write a 20,000-word self-criticism?

I want to go back too!

But how do I get back?

A deep sense of powerlessness gripped him.

I'm currently overwhelmed with my own problems.

But in the counselor's eyes, he was just a truant student who needed to be reprimanded and was not doing his job properly.

"well……"

He irritably threw his phone aside, collapsed onto the bed, and his mind was a complete mess.

Can this phone's send and receive functions actually transmit live objects?

If possible, we should send the counselor over so he can see what the might of the Great Qin Empire is all about!

Or... should I teleport myself back?

As I pondered these thoughts, physical exhaustion eventually triumphed over mental anguish.

Amidst a jumble of chaotic thoughts, Zhang Fan finally fell into a deep sleep.

However, dreams are always fleeting.

"Young master! Young master, wake up!"

A series of urgent knocks and a shrill voice abruptly pulled Zhang Fan out of his dream.

Zhang Fan opened his eyes groggily. It was still pitch black outside, and not even the roosters had crowed yet.

"Who is it..." Zhang Fan muttered, still grumpy from waking up.

The door was pushed open, and a young eunuch entered carrying a set of dark Qin Dynasty official robes, his face respectful yet anxious.

"Sir, please hurry! You'll miss the morning court session if you're any later! His Majesty specifically instructed that you must attend today's morning court session!"

"Morning?"

Zhang Fan glanced at the pitch-black sky outside the window and instantly broke down.

"What time is it? Are we already going to court?"

He had only read about the ancients "rising to dance at the crowing of the rooster" in history books before.

I never imagined that civil servants in the Qin Dynasty were so miserable. It was even more terrifying than the 996 work schedule, it was like 007!

Although they were unwilling, in the face of imperial power, they had to get up if they didn't want to die.

Zhang Fan let the eunuch put clothes on him, then followed behind the eunuch in a daze.

They walked towards the main hall of Xianyang Palace.

……

Xianyang Palace, Qilin Hall.

As dawn broke on the horizon, the enormous palace was already brightly lit.

The civil and military officials lined up on both sides according to their rank, each with a solemn expression.

Only Zhang Fan, this "oddball," was placed in an inconspicuous corner.

But at that moment, he had no mind to care about the majesty of the court; drowsiness pressed down on him like a mountain.

He lowered his head, using a huge red-painted pillar in front of him for cover, his body swaying slightly with his breathing.

He actually fell asleep standing up.

On the high platform.

Ying Zheng, dressed in a black dragon robe and wearing a crown that reaches to the heavens, looked down at the assembled officials with a cold and stern expression.

His gaze swept over the swaying figure in the corner, his lips twitched slightly, but he didn't react.

This brat actually dared to sleep in my court.

However, thinking of the various miracles of yesterday, Ying Zheng let it go.

He withdrew his gaze, his eyes suddenly sharpening, and slowly spoke.

"There is only one matter to discuss at this morning's court session."

"Your guilty subject, Zhao Gao, enters the palace!"