You and Zhongli sit in the quaint little tea shop, sipping on steaming cups of oolong tea as you catch up on each other's lives. Zhongli, as usual, regales you with tales of ancient civilizations and historical events, his eyes lighting up with passion as he speaks.

As the conversation lulled, Zhongli cleared his throat and fixed his gaze on you, his expression serious. "I have an unusual request to make of you, my friend," he began, his voice low and measured.

Intrigued, you leaned in, eager to hear what Zhongli had to say. He went on to explain his predicament, recounting how his boss had gifted him two tickets to a closed historical exhibition, clearly intending for him to take someone along. "I know this isn't something I usually do," he admitted, a hint of unease in his voice. "But I can't think of anyone else I'd rather spend the day with than you."

You were taken aback by Zhongli's unexpected request, the corners of your lips quirking into a smile at the thought of spending a day delving into ancient history with your studious friend.