Mountain people's sister flowers

Chapter 113
Including Shen Qingxin, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and shook their heads with bitter faces.

"what?"

Seeing the woebegone expressions of the eight people in front, Ye Shanghan, who had already given up any hope, couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and then hurriedly opened the scroll-like examination paper.

When he saw that his test paper was blank, Ye Shanghan was taken aback for a moment, then stood up as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and cheered: "It's me! It's me! It's me! Hahaha..."

For a while, the audience was in an uproar.

Who would have thought that Ye Shanghan, who was sitting in the last row, would get a blank test paper?

Surprise, envy, jealousy, all kinds of comments came and went, and the examination room that was supposed to be as quiet as a chilling cicada suddenly fell into a boil.Especially Po Jun and Zhang Tianjie couldn't help casting venomous glances at Ye Shanghan frequently. At a certain moment, seeing that the examination room was getting more and more noisy, Po Jun even yelled: "Quiet me all!"

As the head of the Cangcheng Branch of the Yanhuang Department, Po Jun's sternness is naturally deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Therefore, as soon as his words fell, the examination room, which should have been full of noise, immediately fell into deathly silence.

His eyes fell on Ye Shanghan, and Pojun asked coldly with a stern face: "Ye Shanghan, how did you get the blank test paper?"

Ye Shanghan replied without hesitation: "The friends in front of me only had the last set of test papers left after drawing, so I just took them. Is there any question?"

"you……"

Of course Po Jun saw the whole process of drawing lots clearly, and he even believed that it was luck and God's will that Ye Shanghan got the blank test paper, but he was really not reconciled to Ye Shanghan passing the test so easily.

After hesitating for a moment, without warning, Po Jun sneered again and again and said, "A-kind-man-benefits-himself, but-a-cruel-man-brings-trouble-on-himself, Ye Shanghan, listen Do you understand?"

Po Jun's spoken English is very standard, comparable to that of aboriginal people.

Ye Shanghan finally understood that even if he got the blank test paper, Po Jun still had to test his foreign language proficiency.

Smiling lightly, Ye Shanghan said: "Minister Po Jun, what you said is a famous sentence in the Bible. When translated into Chinese, it should be 'a kind person treats himself kindly, and a cruel person harms himself', right?"

"You...you can understand English?"

Surprise flashed across Po Jun's face, subconsciously, he couldn't help blurting out: "Aren't you a farmer in Kusang Village? Where did you learn English?"

"Ha ha……"

This time, Ye Shanghan was too lazy to talk nonsense, and with a slight smile, he simply said to several members of the assessment team: "Dear examiners, it was you who said that whoever can get the blank test paper can pass this round of assessment directly. I got lucky now, does it still count?"

"Ye Shanghan, you haven't answered my question yet!"

Seeing that Ye Shanghan ignored him directly, Po Jun was furious.

He intentionally made Ye Shanghan embarrassing in public, and simply said a series of words in Japanese that ordinary people could not understand.

Staring at Ye Shanghan with a sneer, he said in a disdainful tone: "Ye Shanghan, do you understand what I just said? Let me tell you, don't think that you are great just because you know a few sentences of English. If you want to be Agents of the Yanhuang Department must at least be proficient in the languages ​​of the three countries, otherwise, even if you pass this round of assessment by chance, the Yanhuang Department will not use you, hum!"

With a narrow smile, Ye Shanghan said: "Minister Pojun, I agree with you very much. As long as you nod, I can change a new set of examination papers for the assessment. However, Emperor Yan himself said before that luck is also very important, hehe..."

"you……"

Although what Ye Shanghan said was cryptic, how could Po Jun not know what Ye Shanghan meant?
He was only concerned with embarrassing Ye Shanghan just now, but he forgot that the rules were set by Mr. Tang. Now that he questioned Ye Shanghan, wasn't he just questioning Mr. Tang?
For a moment, Po Jun was speechless, and he subconsciously looked at Mr. Tang, whose expression remained unchanged and loving. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

It was also at this time that Ye Shanghan spoke again with a half-smile but not a smile: "Minister Pojun, if I heard correctly, what you said just now is the famous saying of Oda Nobunaga, which translates into Chinese as '50 years of life, and The heaven and the earth have been compared for a long time, like a dream and an illusion, who once lived, is there any immortal?' Right?"

A flash of unconcealable horror flashed in his eyes, and Po Jun couldn't help exclaiming: "You country bumpkin, you...you even know Japanese?"

With a disdainful smile, Ye Shanghan asked back: "Who stipulated that we country people can't understand Japanese?"

"..."

At this moment, Po Jun was completely at a loss for words, and it was only at this time that he finally realized the extraordinaryness of Ye Shanghan.

Looking squinting at Ruo Zhirou, who had always raised the corner of his mouth slightly, he couldn't help but whispered with embarrassment: "Xiaorou, it seems that the candidate you recommended this time is not easy, but I was mistaken, haha... ..."

Twisting fingers and eyes without squinting, always smiling in Ye Shanghan's direction.

At this moment, old man Tang suddenly spoke without warning, his voice was old and hoarse, it seemed like a Buddhist monk was chanting sutras, and the sound of "Om Mani Padme Hum" was endless.

Unexpectedly, when Mr. Tang spoke, the audience immediately fell silent.

Based on the knowledge and experience of everyone present, they all knew that Mr. Tang spoke obscure Sanskrit. However, what did Mr. Tang mean by Sanskrit?Not to mention a few trainee agents, even the members of the assessment team, Po Jun, and Zuo Zhirou were all dazed.

Of course, it’s no wonder that people don’t understand Sanskrit. After all, Sanskrit is one of the oldest languages ​​of the Indo-European language family, and it is spoken by very few groups.

As if he didn't see the embarrassment on everyone's faces, he looked at Ye Shanghan with a smile, and Mr. Tang said in an unabashedly expectant tone: "Ye Shanghan, can you translate?"

Before Ye Shanghan could speak, Po Jun hurriedly said: "Emperor Yan, even Xiaorou and I can't understand Sanskrit, how can Ye Shanghan translate?"

Always smiling, Mr. Tang said: "Pojun, do you really believe that Xiaorou doesn't understand Sanskrit? Don't forget, Xiaorou's master is a Buddhist monk!"

"This……"

After Mr. Tang said this, the embarrassment on Po Jun's face became even more embarrassing. After thinking about it, he deliberately smiled and said, "Xiaorou, since you can translate, why don't you tell everyone?"

Ruo Zhirou shook his head slightly, and said in a light tone: "This is the test question given by Emperor Yan to Ye Shanghan. How can I answer it casually? Ye Shanghan, should you do the translation? I believe you can do it."

"I……"

Ye Shanghan looked embarrassed. As a high-achieving student in the Academy of Sciences of Yanbei University, he is of course proficient in English and Japanese, but he doesn't understand Sanskrit.

"hey-hey……"

Seizing the opportunity, Po Jun couldn't help but smile wickedly, and said, "Ye Shanghan, although you got a blank test paper, if you can't translate Yandi's Sanskrit, then you can only leave with regret."

At this moment, Shen Qingxin, who was sitting in the front row of Ye Shanghan, secretly picked up a pen and wrote.

Ye Shanghan's eyes were sharp, and he easily saw a line of text written by Shen Qingxin. His eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said: "Sarira, form is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from form. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true for perception and recognition." ..."

As soon as the words were finished, before the shocked Po Jun came back to his senses, Ye Shanghan hurriedly smiled again and said, "Minister Po Jun, do you think my translation is correct?"

"I...how do I know?"

Po Jun's face was extremely ugly, and his tone was even more terrifying.

"That's right, you don't understand Sanskrit, how do you know if my translation is correct?"

After saying something indifferently, Ye Shanghan looked at Mr. Tang with a harmless smile and said, "Emperor Yan, I wonder if my translation is correct?"

Shen Qingxin's cheating on Ye Shanghan can hide it from Po Jun and anyone else, but he can't hide it from Mr. Tang. However, Mr. Tang didn't tell the truth, he just gave Shen Qingxin a meaningful look, and then said: " Brother Ye, congratulations on passing this round of assessment!"

As one of the founders of the Yanhuang Department, Mr. Tang, who is well-known in both military and political circles, naturally speaks with great weight, even if Pojun is unwilling, he can only nod.

Soon, the rankings of the "literature test" were determined. After eliminating four people, including Ye Shanghan and Shen Qingxin, a total of five people advanced.

Under the arrangement of the assessment team, everyone continued to take the elevator upstairs and entered a spacious shooting room.

Obviously, the next item to be assessed is marksmanship!

Standing in this tall shooting room, looking at the target in the distance that he couldn't see clearly, Ye Shanghan became nervous again, especially after learning that two more people would be eliminated in this round, he couldn't help but smeared secretly. Cold sweat, after all, apart from the fact that he had never used a gun before facing Yi Nangong, it is obvious that whether it is Shen Qingxin or Zhang Tianjie and others, they must be masters of marksmanship, especially Zhang Tianjie, who faced the shooting room. The various equipment in the room seemed so familiar and handy, as if returning home.

Rao Zhirou was thoughtful and could easily see Ye Shanghan's well-hidden nervousness, so he asked in a low voice, "Tang Han, are you nervous?"

"Of course!"

Ye Shanghan said in a depressed tone: "Sister Rou, I can handle foreign languages, but I don't know anything about marksmanship. I will definitely be eliminated in this test."

"Not necessarily!"

Rao Zhirou shook his head and said, "Didn't you listen to what Emperor Yan said before? For an agent, besides the necessary skills, the most important thing is luck!"

Ye Shanghan looked puzzled: "Is there luck in marksmanship?"

Before he could answer the question, the assessment team had already begun to explain the rules of marksmanship assessment in detail.

According to the assessment team, they prepared five special pistols with a capacity of twelve bullets for the five agents, but the bullets in the magazines were different, some might have only one bullet, while others might have twelve bullets. They fired bullets, and some didn't even have a single bullet.

If you draw a gun without bullets, you will be promoted directly!
All of a sudden, Ye Shanghan's eyes began to light up. You know, according to the order of the queue, he will be the first to draw lots this time. Based on the perspective of his left middle finger, it is easy for him to get a gun without bullets. In other words, he can also win this round of assessment!
After the people in the assessment team announced the rules, they immediately entered the lottery session.Sure enough, because Ye Shanghan ranked first, he was the first to draw lots.

Seeing the people in the assessment team holding the lottery box in front of him, he became nervous again because of his excitement, so much so that he forgot to reach out to draw lots.

Po Jun saw it, frowned slightly, and hurriedly urged in an impatient tone: "Ye Shanghan, you should draw lots quickly, the others are still waiting!"

"Oh oh oh..."

When he came back to his senses, Ye Shanghan hastily put his left hand into the black lacquered lottery box.

(End of this chapter)