i have a sword fairy

Chapter 687 It's the No. [-] Renzi again!
"No. [-], Renzichang?"

In front of the window on the north side of the lobby, a certain bald man over nine feet excitedly walked back and forth, with his head lowered and his eyes glued to an examination paper, muttering words.

In the lobby, the other gentlemen and the students looked at each other for a few moments, and they probably understood that this artist must have encountered a paper he liked. It is the examination papers of the top few students in the academy, and it is easy to produce high-quality products, but there are very few people who react as violently as the current Duan Jiuling.

"Mr. Duan, please calm down and return to your seat first. If there is anything wrong, let's talk about it after the revision is completed. Don't disturb the work of other gentlemen." Meng Zhengjun warned.

The more Duan Jiuling looked at the picture, the more joyful he became. He didn't lift his head after Meng Zhengjun's words, and he didn't know whether he listened or not. However, he continued to enjoy the painting with a grin and walked back to his seat without looking at his feet.

The other gentlemen, including Zhu Yourong, smiled. Although they were a little curious about the test paper that made Duan Jiu lose his temper, they only regarded it as an episode and an interesting story, and they can talk about it with friends after dinner.

And the more than ten female students who came to help register the scores and acted as little transparent in the lobby all focused on one name.

"Number No. [-] in Renzichang? This paper belongs to candidates in Renzichang..."

Girls still like to gossip after all, but all the test papers have not been graded yet, and the gentlemen can only see the corresponding test room and seat number, but not the specific school and name of the candidate. These have to wait until after the end, and Meng Zhengjun will take out the test paper. Only the roster of the big exam sealed in the museum can be matched one by one, which is also an important work to be carried out later.

Xiao Hongyu took advantage of the gap between delivering things to Meng Zhengjun with Li Xueyou, and whispered curiously: "Xueyou, I remember you took the exam in the Renzi field, right?"

Li Xueyou froze for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, there are brother Ziyu and I in the Renzi field, and brother Lin who is not very familiar with Shushu. We are the only three in the straightforward hall, but brother Shulin is far away from Ziyu and me. Brother stay away..."

Xiao Hongyu waved his hand, "I know, I know, you told me about this, and you also said that Zhao Ziyu is sitting not far from you... Let me ask you, do you know who this No. [-] is?"

Li Xueyou came to her senses, glanced at her, and said in a low voice: "How can I remember this clearly, and who has nothing to look at other people's seat numbers, I don't even remember mine very much. I have to take a look at the test card... Well, how many words are there, the number of Ren Ziqi is still the number of Jiu..."

"You little idiot." Xiao Hongyu lightly pinched the girl's slender waist.

Then he looked left and right at the other female students who were also talking curiously together.

But Xiao Hongyu also understood, "Forget it, I won't ask you. You must have seen the same examination room, but you probably don't know each other. How can you have any impression of the students from other schools? Even the students from your own school seem to be confused. Not familiar with all..."

Li Xueyou was a little ashamed.

At the same time behind them, Duan Jiuling couldn't put it down, holding the picture scroll of Candidate No. After carefully straightening the slightly crooked papers so that they were all neatly arranged in a row, he shook his head and said:

"To make a big fuss is detrimental to the teacher's dignity. There are so many students in the hall watching, so we can't restrain ourselves."

"I told you that you still don't understand." Duan Jiuling was still headless, his eyes were not idle for a moment, admiring the beauty picture in his hand in amazement.

Su Changfeng raised his chin, "I still don't understand, isn't it just some small accidents of existence, but no matter how well they can write the whole job, aren't they still a group of students who have just started, what kind of surprises can there be?"

As he spoke, he flipped through the previous test papers and glanced at him, "Look at me, they wrote eight entry-level poems for this big test and put them here, plus a pretty good and innovative one." Wen Fu, do you think I was surprised, it was all expected...and I can guess who that Fu is, there is no surprise at all, that Fu probably belonged to that Senior Yu from Zhixingtang."

Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyou, who had returned to the side and were lowering their heads to sort out the two gentlemen's papers and papers, opened their eyes wide at the first reaction, and couldn't help turning their heads to look at each other, because they heard Yu Huaijin's name.

And the second daughter never expected that Yu Huaijin didn't write a popular poem this time because she didn't write poems at all, but wrote more difficult and high-end poems!

This is a literary style that only began to be learned at the scholar stage.

Su Changfeng didn't care about the secret surprise of Li Xueyou's second daughter next to him, and the colleague who lowered his head while grading papers continued to speak indifferently.

"The elegant handwriting of that article was undoubtedly made by a female student, and it is similar to Mr. Zhu's seven-point shape. It also has a literary talent. It is easy to guess, but the writing is really good... Eh! Except for Yu Huaijin There are still students who dare to write prose?" The 'Mr. Poetry and Fu' who was shaking his head let out a light gasp in the middle of speaking, and he took out a paper that happened to be turned over by accident at this time, and looked at it carefully.

"Who is it this time... Lishen...Fu? It's a weird name, what is it for..." Su Changfeng whispered in doubt, and began to browse curiously.

At the beginning, Su Changfeng's light and confused movement didn't attract much attention from the people around him because it was so small, but soon, Su Changfeng's sudden silence, followed by the strange silence, caused Duan Jiuling, Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyou and the others cast their gazes, and then the three of them were taken aback for a moment, because they saw the 'Mr. Poetry and Fu' who was still talking calmly just now, his eyes were fixed on the examination paper in his hand, his face was flushed, and he Like a pot of red ink dyed the whole pool red, leaving no dead ends.

Both Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyou immediately felt that Mr. Su's expression was very familiar, because they had seen a similar expression just now... the same surprised expression as that of Mr. Duan who lost his composure just now, except that Mr. Duan's face was darker. Mr. Su's face was too fair, and the redness became more obvious.

Before the second daughter could react, there was a second loud clapping sound at the southeast corner of Jingchen Hall today.

boom---!
Zhu Yourong, Meng Zhengjun, and Mr. Chen all turned their heads together, and were shocked.

I saw Su Changfeng holding down the edge of the table with one hand, and holding an examination paper in the other, with an uncontrollable look of surprise on his face as he read it.

"...its shape is as graceful as a frightened bird, graceful as a wandering dragon...as if the moon is covered by light clouds, as if fluttering like snow blown by the flowing wind...slender and slender, shortened and fit...shoulders are cut Complete, the waist is as promised...the neck is stretched, the body is exposed...the lips are bright, the teeth are bright...the eyes are good, and the right to support!"

After everyone heard Su Changfeng stunned, they murmured for a while: "Hiss, it's such a well-organized pairing...and also rich in imagination, and the most valuable thing is that the whole story is gorgeous but not impetuous, with a fresh tone. The breath is flowing, it is really refreshing to read, refreshing!"

This "little Mr. Poetry and Fu" who just came to teach in the school and was proud and proud raised his head, leaning against the table without looking around, and let out a long breath: "Is this a Fu that a student can make? No. Maybe...impossible..."

Su Changfeng whispered a few words, stunned for a while, and then seemed to have realized something, quickly turned back to the front page of this unknown test paper, his eyes quickly looked at the column of candidate information on the paper, and then he was stunned again , looking a little dazed and disbelieving.

Under the incomparably curious eyes of everyone around, Su Changfeng raised his head dumbly, and remained silent for a while, seeming to answer, but also to ask questions: "Number No. [-]..."

All the gentlemen and students looked stunned.

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　PS: I didn't code out [-] words... I still owe my brothers an update!Woooooo good brothers, try to pay it back in just these two days!In addition, Happy Children's Day ~ Xiaorong will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow
　　
　
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