i have a sword fairy

Chapter 681 Examination of Papers ([-])

In the Ren Zihao examination room.

Although not as fast as the previous few rounds, Zhao Rong was still the fastest to complete the work, confidently not embellishing and catching bugs, and the first to hand in the paper.

The candidates in the Renzi field had long been used to it. They looked up at his back, then lowered their heads and continued writing expressionlessly. Only Li Xueyou watched him walk out of the examination room.

Zhao Rong passed by the other examination room, and the examinees were no longer surprised. After taking a look, they decided what to do.

But this time, instead, Zhao Rong was a little embarrassed. He looked at the students who were still writing, and gave some encouraging eyes.

Candidates: ...

Zhao Rong traveled smoothly all the way, and met Meng Zhengjun, who was making an inspection tour, on the promenade, and greeted him politely.

Meng Zhengjun still raised his hands and looked stern, nodding at Zhao Rong in return.

But when they were about to pass by, they suddenly said something to him, "That trial strategy...was well written."

"Ugh what."

Zhao Rong turned his head and asked, but at this time, the two had already passed by, and he could only see the back of Mr. Xuezheng, who had suppressed and hated him, walking away quickly.

Zhao Rong was puzzled, stopped for a while, thought about it, and laughed dumbfounded.

Zhao Rong was about to turn around, and at this moment, a vision of plum blossoms and white snow suddenly appeared in the sky over an examination room not far from him that he had already passed by.

Even if Zhao Rong is not yet awe-inspiring, he can still feel a little bit of "turmoil" in the aura around him.

It is an entry poem.

And according to Zhao Rong's rich experience, it is still a falling flower.

Meng Zhengjun, who Zhao Rong just passed by, immediately rushed over there, and there was a burst of uncontrollable restlessness in the surrounding quiet examination rooms. Some invigilators scolded blankly, while some The more relaxed invigilator even paced to the door to join in the fun.

"It seems to be a T-shaped field!"

"Sure enough, there are students who can write high-quality poems in the examination room..."

"It's still a fallen flower..."

The attention of all the examinees was attracted by a certain student who wrote a poor poem.

Zhao Rong didn't turn his head to watch the fun, turned around with a smile, and left the Mochi Academy without anyone noticing.

And not long after Zhao Rong left, another vision appeared faintly in the Mochi Academy behind him, one after another.

It should be another highly anticipated candidate in the academy who wrote the poem.

……

In the evening, Zhao Rong came to the Mochi Academy in a relaxed state for evening self-study.

After finally finishing the exam, he was in a good mood. He came quite early and didn't step on the spot.

As soon as Zhao Rong entered the academy, he heard the students in the corridor discussing the matter of this afternoon's poetry and arts exam with great interest.

It seems to be true, among the hundreds of candidates in the ten examination rooms in the afternoon, eight of the students wrote poems on the spot.

Because of the student stage, the Poetry and Fu Art taught by Mr. Xueguan mainly focuses on poetry and poetry, and the one on Ci Fu is an advanced course after being promoted to a scholar.

Of the eight entry-level poems in today's poetry and Fu art examination room, two are falling flowers, and the remaining six are climbing towers. There is no legendary Nanshan style, otherwise the old Jijiu will probably be alarmed.

In a student-level poetry and Fu art exam, the birth of two Luohua pieces is already very amazing. This did not happen in the last mid-month exam, and only six climbing pieces were born last time.

It is said that one of these two poems about falling flowers comes from the Korean version of the monastery.

One is from a taciturn and low-key student of Guangyetang, not the old-fashioned young girl that everyone thought of at the first time. The same is ordinary, there is no abnormality...

Zhao Rong walked through the corridor all the way, and he could hear the discussion sounds, which went in and out of his left ear and out of his right ear.

The big exam is over, and it happens to be Zhu Yourong's evening self-study in the Zhixingtang tonight.

Mr. Zhu hasn't come here yet, and he doesn't know who he is learning from. He began to like to step on the spot precisely.

In the willful hall, even though there was Yu Huaijin sitting in the first row, the students still couldn't suppress the lively discussion.

However, because most of the voices are controlled within a certain range, it is not possible to hear them from a long distance outside. In addition, after finally finishing the exam, I understand that everyone has been suppressed for a long time and needs to be released. It is rare to open one eye and close one eye.

In the back row, Fan Yushu excitedly said to his friend:
"Ziyu, I'm finally liberated! It's a holiday in a few days, how about we go shopping in the city?"

Zhao Rong shook his head: "Qingjun Qian'er is coming, and I want to accompany them."

Fan Yushu's eyes gleamed, "Then can I eat again!"

"........."

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked at him quietly.

Fan Yushu scratched his head, "Ziyu, why are you looking at me like that...well, I will disappear by myself."

Only then did Zhao Rong look back and continue reading.

Fan Yushu looked around, then turned back and whispered: "Ziyu, fortunately Senior Yu was tough that day, and Senior Han helped you to cancel your bet with that sissy."

Zhao Rong looked suspiciously at his friend who was breathing a sigh of relief for him.

Fan Yushu was stunned for a moment before reacting and said: "Oh, I almost forgot, you left the exam early in the afternoon, I didn't see it, Ziyu, sometimes I really think your heart is really big... You don't know, you leave in the afternoon Not long after that, that sissy actually wrote a first-class poem, climbed to the top of the building!"

Zhao Rong nodded, "Oh."

Fan Yushu looked at him, and asked earnestly, "Can you show me some expressions?"

Zhao Rong also praised: "Then he's pretty good, I underestimated him."

"........."

Fan Yushu asked suspiciously: "Ziyu, you must not be some kind of hidden peerless academic master, right? This calm look is just like Senior Yu's."

Just as Zhao Rong wanted to turn his head and say, "Could it be that I have to tell you about the Tathagata palm?" Fan Yushu shook his head immediately: "That's useless. He wrote an entry-level poem and submitted it to the paper. When you handed in the paper, there was obviously no vision. If you don’t have a taste, the great art of poetry and prose is considered a loss; plus your weakness, a music art with zero points; besides, that sissy is really a bit strong in landscape painting... and Zi Yu, you should be able to bring Shuyi back to the city. But in any case, three against one, he has the advantage!"

Zhao Rong admitted: "It's a good idea!"

Fan Yushu was confused, "What did you say? What table?"

Zhao Rong nodded: "I say the same table is a good idea."

Fan Yushu doubted: "I always feel that you are connoting me."

Before Zhao Rong could answer, the school fell silent instantly, and all the students looked at the empty doorway in unison.

Some people are still in the future, and Lan Xiang arrives.

The students in the front row smelled the familiar fragrance.

Zhu Yourong was wearing a dark blue Confucian shirt, the blue silk was tied up casually, and a snow-white celebrity scarf was tied. He walked into the school with precise steps, and walked to the podium with his hands behind his back.

Her complexion was flat, her eyelids were half lowered, she seemed to have dozed off while arranging flowers and writing in the afternoon, she was lazy to get up to make up in the evening, and she was a little annoyed to go out to class.

Of course, this is Zhao Rong's experience and thinking after seeing this scene, and it may not be correct, and it is even more impossible to ask...

Under the podium, all the students sat upright, to be honest, everyone knows that in Zhu Yourong's class, Senior Yu is stricter than other classes.

On the podium, the lazy female teacher's Liu eyes glanced at the school dimly, and her eyes didn't stop at someone...

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PS: I know that the good brothers are all Neptunes, 520 and 521 are reserved for everyone to accompany girlfriends, see how caring Xiao Rong is! (hugging head and dodging)

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