Farmhouse with a little field

Chapter 349 Such a comparison, high and low stand out

Han Duyue patted her chest. Although she wanted to encourage Xiao Nian face to face, she only had to wait for an afternoon, so she was not in a hurry.

But if Xiaonian found out that he had arrived in the county the day before, but only showed up the next day after the competition, would he be angry?Han Duyue became worried with a guilty conscience.

After about a stick of incense, another student downstairs finally finished writing the "San Zi Jing" silently. He breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, looked at Dean Zhu and said, "Sirs, the students have finished writing." .”

He thought that Dean Zhu would also read his answer sheet first, but to his surprise, Dean Zhu just waved his hand: "Since it's finished, let's show it to the judges."

"Don't the dean take a look at the student's answer sheet first?" the student asked a little disappointed.

Dean Zhu raised his eyebrows, with a half-smile on his face: "Do you really want me to take a look for you?"

"Since you just helped Han Dunian read it, can't you give some advice to the students?" The student saw the refusal in Dean Zhu's words, but still insisted on asking.

Dean Zhu glanced at the judges, and said with a smile: "In that case, then go and get Xiaonian's answer sheet, so I can help you all to have a look."

The student responded, got up and took Han Dunian's answer sheet from Mr. Judge's hand, he just glanced at the answer sheet inadvertently, and felt that it was similar to his own, and the font seemed not as beautiful as his own, so he Wei Wei is relieved.

"Dean please advise." The student put the two answer sheets in front of Dean Zhu, then took a step back and saluted respectfully.

Dean Zhu glanced at each of the two answer sheets for a few times, and then said bluntly: "You lost this round of competition."

The student, who thought he would be praised and affirmed by the dean, froze when he heard this: "The dean said...the students lost?"

"You didn't hear me wrong, and I didn't say it wrong. You really lost this round." Dean Zhu nodded, and gave an affirmative answer without caring about the other party's face.

Now the student's expression was stiff, and he asked in disbelief, "Why did the dean say that the student lost? Just now, the student probably read Han Dunian's answer sheet, and the font he chose was the same as the student's." It's Liu style, but the handwriting is a little rusty, shouldn't it be that the students' handwriting is better?"

"Indeed, you have been studying for more than ten years, while Xiaonian has only been studying for more than two years. If you only talk about handwriting itself, you are naturally better." Dean Zhu admitted this point with a frank nod.

The student asked more and more perplexed and displeased: "Then why did the dean still say that? Is the dean really deliberately favoring Han Dunian?"

"No, your handwriting is indeed better than Han Dunian's, but this round of competition is not about this, but who has the calmest mind and is less disturbed by the outside world," Dean Zhu said without saying This person's attitude was taken to heart, but he explained in detail, "Actually, I have been observing the movement of the two of you since the competition just started. Maybe you didn't notice it yourself, but I can see it clearly. Even though it was very noisy here, Xiaonian kept his head buried in his answers, and never took a look here, as for you, you must be more aware of your performance than me, right?"

These words made the students blush. Just now when such a thing happened, he couldn't help but look at it a few more times because of curiosity, which is why he wrote silently slower than Han Dunian. He didn't expect that all of this was seen by the dean in the eyes.

The dean paused for a moment, and then asked someone to take a copy of the homework that the two of you had handed in on weekdays, and said: "This is the homework you two handed in before, and you have done it very well. Come here by yourself." Take a look, maybe you can see something different?"

The student compared his previous answer sheet with his previous homework, and immediately discovered the problem, probably because he was distracted during the exam, the handwriting he wrote this time was completely inferior to his usual handwriting Homework, it seems very frizzy and impatient.

"Look at Han Dunian again." Dean Zhu handed Xiaonian's answer sheet and homework to the students.

At this moment, the student already had the answer in his heart, but he read it carefully according to the words, and felt ashamed in his heart. Although Han Dunian's handwriting was still a little rusty, he wrote it very seriously.

Especially this answer sheet, compared with the previous homework, it seems that there is still a slight improvement!
Under such circumstances, it is simply obvious.

It's just that at such a young age, how did this person manage to be so calm?That incident obviously had a lot to do with him, he was able to completely ignore it and immerse himself in the competition. Such concentration and composure really shocked the students.

"Dean, it's true that the students lost, but the students really can't figure out why Han Dunian was completely free from outside disturbances? After all, he's still so young." The student gritted his teeth. Just to mention, it is absolutely impossible for Han Dunian to do this.

Dean Zhu couldn't help but sneered when he heard the words, and said contemptuously: "I'm not as skilled as others, so I have to suspect that the other party used tricks. I always disdain to deal with such people."

The student couldn't hold back when he was said, so he could only hang his neck and say: "The student is just a little confused. Could it be that the dean has become angry from embarrassment?"

"Being angry? I still don't know what this word means, but you taught me a new word," Dean Zhu's face was slightly cold. After a pause, he suddenly said, "Since you are dissatisfied with this result, how about now?" Write the "Three Character Classic" silently again in front of everyone, if you can write it well this time, I will admit that you won, how about it?"

The student was taken aback by these words, and turned to reveal a look of surprise: "Is the dean's words serious?"

"Of course it's true, but I didn't do this because I admitted what you just said, I just wanted to use this incident to prove that what you just said was wrong," Dean Zhu nodded, his expression still cold, "After all, you already know what this round of competition is, if you still can't write well..."

Before Dean Zhu finished his questioning words, he was interrupted by the student excitedly: "Don't worry, Dean, the students will prove it to the dean."

So after one of the more important players left, this third round of Wen Dou actually started a new starting point.

"Do you think he can write better than before?" Han Duyue, who had been watching the live broadcast, couldn't help turning her head to ask Song Ning. She thought that the competition in the morning should be over, but she didn't expect such an incident. .

Song Ning didn't answer directly, but said something meaningful: "My heart is in a mess, how can I take it back?"

"Yes, but I really didn't expect Xiaonian to be able to do this. If it were me, I would definitely not be able to resist watching the excitement." In just one morning, Han Duyue's views on Xiaonian had already occurred It seems that Xiaonian is no longer the younger brother who can cry, laugh and make trouble, but an academic school with a calm mind and neither arrogance nor impetuosity.

Song Ning poured out the cold tea in front of Han Duyue, and added another cup of tea: "I said before that Xiaonian will never let us down."

The student downstairs had already sat down again and began to silently write the "Three Character Classic", but for some reason, the writing brush in his hand seemed to be shaking non-stop. He wrote the beginning several times, but he threw it aside in dissatisfaction.

It wasn't until the waste paper beside him was already thick that he finally controlled his hand and continued to write smoothly, but he stopped suddenly when he was halfway through the writing.

He read what he had written from beginning to end, and his brows seemed to get more and more wrinkled, why?Obviously knowing that I still have a chance, knowing that as long as I can write well this time, I can still win, but why are the things I write getting worse and worse?

The student irritatedly threw the half-written answer sheet into the pile of waste paper aside, clenched his fists, and continued to start from the beginning. This process was repeated more than a dozen times until a gentleman couldn't stand it anymore: "This Classmate, now the time for the third round of competition is over, do you want to continue writing?"

Hearing this, the student raised his head in shock, followed by a look of desperation and loss. He actually...really couldn't do it.

"No... there's no need." He already realized that he couldn't write a satisfactory answer in this situation.

He looked very pitiful at the moment, but Dean Zhu didn't care and started to make the situation worse: "What? Didn't you just say that you can definitely do it? What's the matter now? After writing so many cards, there is not a single one." Is Zhang satisfied?"

"Student... The student was distracted for a while, so..." The student lowered his head in sweat, almost ashamed to see anyone.

Dean Zhu chuckled, and said in a cold tone: "Are you upset like this? Just now when it was discovered that someone was tampering with Xiaonian's desks, chairs, and stationery, he could write an entire "San Zi Jing" without distraction. ", why can't you write it out because you are so much older than him?"

The student was told to lower his head even lower. He really thought this matter was very simple just now, but who knows...

"The student knew he was wrong. The student just said something rude, so I ask the dean to forgive me." The student apologized feebly.

"Now I know I was wrong, so do you still think Xiaonian won because he knew the exam questions in advance?" Dean Zhu asked unceremoniously.

"Students don't dare." He really didn't dare to think this way. If it was him, even if he knew the exam questions in advance, in that case, he would never be able to answer the questions without distraction, let alone being so younger than him. Much more Korean years.

Dean Zhu nodded slightly: "People should not underestimate themselves, nor should they be too ambitious, let alone speculate on others at will."

(End of this chapter)