Houfu Key Class

The dean felt proud when he mentioned this person, and his back straightened up a lot: "Qin Ye is a very famous student in our academy. Although he is young, he can master all the lessons he has learned. Not only does he get the top grade every time, but he also gets the top grade almost every time. I won’t answer the questions wrong, and the test paper is very beautifully done..."

This is equivalent to a perfect score sheet hanging there.

If you make just one mistake, you will lose.

Xu Wan thought about it, and it was not bad.

Having such a peer over your head can not only give you a sense of accomplishment, but also keep you alert to your own shortcomings and maintain the motivation to continue learning.

She smiled and said: "Then please ask Qin Ye to perform well and secure his first position."

The dean raised his eyebrows, not understanding her very well, but still kindly sent her aside to rest.

There are two monthly exams in Qingbo Academy. Solid food is prepared in the exam room, and the students are not released until the exam is over.

In the middle of the afternoon, Zong Wenxiu was the first to walk out of the examination room.

He is a very talented child and studies very hard, so it only took him half a year to catch up with the progress of his peers. Therefore, he can do test papers much faster than ordinary people, and his accuracy is also very high. high.

Xu Wan praised without hesitation: "Wen Xiu, you did very well in the exam. You are the first person in the college to finish the test paper!"

Zong Wenxiu was a little embarrassed by the praise. He touched his head and replied: "This is also my first time to take a serious test paper. I don't know how long the normal time is. I just listened to the invigilator and said that I will be out after finishing it." ”

The dean also cast an admiring look and couldn't help but clapped his hands and said, "Well, well, well, you are worthy of being a child of Yuanyanghou Mansion. I really opened my eyes today. In just this answering time, it was enough to pull out half of the students from our college." An hour's difference."

Xu Wan corrected: "Wen Xiu is now also a student in the academy."

The dean laughed and said: "Hahaha, yes."

Zong Wenxiu sat down and waited for another half an hour. People came out of the examination room one after another, but Zong Jincheng was nowhere to be seen.

He was a little worried, but with the dean nearby, he didn't dare to ask rashly.

It was Xu Wan who saw through his thoughts and said: "Jincheng is not very proficient in writing. This is the first time for him to face such a large amount of questions. He needs to spend more time."

Zong Wenxiu thought so.

When he first learned to write, his speed was slower than that of his younger brother. Later, he practiced calligraphy every day and memorized it while practicing. Over time, he improved his speed.

Thinking this way, he relaxed a little, but still couldn't sit still.

Before the little devil came out, Zhang Zhi and Wu Shusen, who were in the same examination room, came out first. They whistled in the direction of Zong Wenxiu, looking naughty.

The dean's forehead was throbbing with veins. He stood up and was about to stop him. He was afraid that the two children would offend the Hou Mansion, but Xu Wan poured him a cup of tea and said softly: "Dean, have some tea, it's the children's." Let them handle things themselves.”

The dean was stunned. He was surprised that Xu Wan not only didn't let him make the decision for his children, but also told him not to meddle in his own business. How confident is he in his children?

Seeing that the dean did not move, the two people became even more arrogant. They said to Zong Wenxiu: "The questions in this monthly exam are extremely difficult. Your brother who talks a lot is struggling in the exam. I'll watch him for a while. You have to cry urgently, you should be prepared to coax the young master, hahahaha."

Zong Wenxiu is a very social person, afraid of meeting people, afraid of dealing with strangers, and even more afraid of offending people.

But the two people in front of him insulted his younger brother, which really made him angry. He didn't know where he got the courage to fight back: "The test is not about speed, but about the mastery of knowledge. I am very confident in my brother and confident in him." I will definitely do better than you!”

The two people were stunned. They didn't expect that this timid-looking young boy would dare to talk back.

Zhang Zhi sneered: "It takes so long to write a test paper. Isn't that the reason why I can't answer the questions? Some people just talk hard and won't give up until they reach the Yellow River. In fact, they don't have as much ink in their stomachs as tears, right?"

Zong Wenxiu: "You..."

"You're rebelling, aren't you? You're bullying my brother while I'm away?" The little devil's voice suddenly came from behind him, and everyone's eyes turned to him.

When the two people saw him coming back, they didn't have the energy to argue with him, so they snorted and left.

The little devil looked at their backs and raised his fist: "When the results come out, I want you two to look good!"

Xu Wan: "..."

With such energy, she felt that the little devil could still take ten more test papers.

However, after Zong Jincheng tried his best, he rushed to Zong Wenxiu's side with a frustrated face and complained: "This lousy test paper is endless. After a few pages, there are still several more. It makes my hands hurt from writing." !”

When Zong Wenxiu heard this, he quickly asked: "Is it muscle soreness or muscle pain?"

This was often the case when he first started practicing calligraphy. He was so tired that his arms seemed not to be his own.

Zong Jincheng thought for a while, a trace of doubt flashed across his expression, and finally said: "It all hurts!"

Zong Wenxiu quickly massaged his arm and said, "I'm going to massage the acupoints for you. This is what the doctor taught me. It will help relieve the pain."

"good."

Shunzi looked at his young ancestor, who looked exhausted and exhausted. He was so unfamiliar that he was completely different from the young man two months ago. But looking at the young master who was enjoying being pressed on his arm, he felt that it was strange. Something is wrong.

Xu Wan knew something was wrong.

The little devil's arms are not sore at all, and there are no tendons or muscles. This kid just wants to enjoy others serving him, and his acting skills are still terrible.

Xu Wan rolled her eyes at him: "Let's go, let's go back to the mansion and let the doctor massage you. Your brother just took the exam a day ago. Wouldn't it hurt your conscience to let him massage your arm?"

"What do you care?" The fearless little devil groaned and got on the carriage.

After two months of almost closed-door study, Zong Jincheng's relationship with his only peer, his brother Zong Wenxiu, has made rapid progress.

Of course, in Xu Wan's view, this guy is just a lazy guy who often tricks Zong Wenxiu into serving him.

It just so happens that the little devil has a likable face, and few people can resist him when he acts like a spoiled child, but Xu Wan got goose bumps when she saw it: "Can you stay away from Wenxiu? Do you think he is a pillar?"

Zong Jincheng was sleeping with his eyes closed, leaning on Zong Wenxiu, looking like he had no bones. He said lazily: "I don't have the strength. If you have the ability, pick me up."

Xu Wan: "!" What a thick face.

"I'll throw you off in a moment."

The carriage was shaking, and the little devil fell asleep after blinking a few times. The carriage was as quiet as a needle.

Xu Wan saw that the threatening person did not respond, and then she heard the boy's even breathing.

"..."He can even fall asleep.

"You spoil him too much," Xu Wan said to Zong Wenxiu, "He will be arrogant in the future."

Zong Wenxiu was a little confused and didn't seem to understand this sentence. He smiled and said, "My brother is really tired. He has been studying hard these two months."

Xu Wan: "..."She was meddling in other people's business.

The one who was bullied was willing.