"Well, Mr. Lu, the dean has taken away the paper. How should I copy it?"
Chaitian Noor pulled the corner of Lu Tai's clothes beside him and asked casually.
"Why copy?"
Lu Tai's face was full of doubts, and Chai Tiannuo said embarrassedly:
"That one is a draft. The handwriting is really sloppy. If the dean hadn't taken it away, I would have edited it."
Lu Tai's cheeks twitched twice, then turned around and walked away without saying a word. He was so infuriated by the comparison with others, and his regular script like a copybook still felt scrawled. How aloof was this?
You can't talk to this kid, otherwise your mood will be damaged!
At three quarters of noon, the policy exam ended amid wailing sounds.
Compared with other Hu Bi'er who were rummaging for food, a dozen people led by Bian Sheng gathered around the podium and looked at the articles on the wall in shock.
Let’s not talk about other things, just the extremely neat handwriting, I and others can’t match it.
"Let me tell you, this is just a draft written by Chaitino. He thought it was too sloppy. If the dean hadn't drawn the paper, he would have been copying it."
Lu Tai slipped behind everyone like a ghost, his voice sounded faintly.
A group of tigers were instantly petrified. This is called scrawling. Then those who wait for others can really only be called shit!
Half an hour later, the arithmetic test officially started. Chai Tiannuo suppressed his excitement and respectfully took the test paper from the teacher with both hands.
In his previous life, he was a master of science and had won many awards in competitions. Although the arithmetic in this world is not as good as in his previous life, it still has its merits.
Every time there is a college exam, Chaitino’s favorite thing is the arithmetic exam, which always allows him to find a trace of happiness from his previous life.
Opening the paper, Chaitino looked at the first question with joy:
"The enemy camp had five hundred soldiers. One of them rushed into the formation and killed seven in and seven out. A total of twenty-eight enemies were killed. Later, seventeen more died from serious injuries. How many people are left in the enemy camp?"
Chai Tiannuo grinned for a while, um, give out the sub-questions, give out the sub-questions properly. Judging from his tone, most likely the person who asked the questions was the dean.
No, why does it smell so bad?
Looking up and looking around, a group of people were silently taking off their shoes. The smell of sour rot was floating everywhere. Chaitino was shocked. If you act like this, aren't you afraid that the dean will really break it for you?!
"Alas, there are not enough numbers!"
"Why don't I have more fingers?"
One person was wailing, and then the whole place was wailing. The total number of hands and feet was twenty, and it was impossible to calculate the excess number for these goods.
"..."
The corner of his mouth twitched twice, and Chaitino continued to do it.
"Of the five hundred soldiers in the enemy camp, forty-five were killed by a certain person, leaving four hundred and fifty-five alive. Another fifty-five were killed because they accidentally ate poisonous weeds. How many are left?"
"Hiss~~!"
Chai Tiannuo took a breath of cold air. The answer to the latter question was directly related to the previous question. Wasn't the water released too blatantly?
The arithmetic test lasted half an hour. After the test, Chai Tiannuo was stunned. The literary test in the martial arts academy really refreshed his knowledge over and over again.
This is a college examination. The arithmetic test is all about addition and subtraction, and the highest number can only be four digits. How about if all the elementary school classes at Lin Academy start learning multiplication and division!
"Brother Chai, with your results, you are already a sure winner, why are you still so unhappy?"
Bian Sheng walked out of the courtyard carrying the basket. When he saw Chai Tiannuo's face looking bad, he asked suspiciously.
"Brother Bian, I'm a little worried about Dahua's future."
Chai Tiannuo smiled bitterly, and Bian Sheng couldn't help but grin. He was worthy of being the head of the case. His focus was indeed much higher than others, and he went straight to the general trend of the country.
"If you let a group of scumbags lead the army who can only count on their toes, wouldn't the Great Wall of China become a joke?"
After hearing this, Bian Sheng suddenly realized that he was worried about this!
Extending their hands to make a gesture of invitation, the two of them held the baskets and walked along the avenue.
"Brother Chai has filtered this."
Bian Sheng explained with a smile:
"There are six hundred tiger warriors in the martial arts academy, and only a few of them can become scholars. The vast majority of them will be the most junior corps commanders in the future Great China Army. They are very good."
"The imperial court does not require them to have extraordinary literary skills or military strategies, nor does it require them to be good at planning. As long as they can lead the charge, remember the number of people under their jurisdiction, and count the heads they have chopped off, that is enough!"
"For the army, military leaders who can implement military orders are far more useful than those slick people with many ideas."
Chaitino nodded in sudden realization, and then asked doubtfully:
"If we have it at the grassroots level, how should the upper level solve it?"
"When the waves wash over the sand, there will eventually be pure gold, such as you and me, but the true foundation of Dahua is still those corps commanders."
Bian Sheng said with a straight face. Chai Tiannuo thought for a while, smiled and nodded. The origin of Brother Bian next to him must not be simple. Someone who can say such words is definitely extraordinary.
Returning to Wakabayashi Academy, Mr. Wakabayashi was so happy that he picked up the jug and wanted to drink heavily. Chaitino was so frightened that he snatched the jug away and tried to dissuade him by saying:
"Father, tomorrow is the day when the results will be released. If you drink too much, you won't be able to see it!"
Mr. Wakabayashi thought so and gave up.
However, after eating too much meat during the dinner, the well-known Mr. Wakabayashi began to cry loudly. One moment he said, "Brother, it's a blessing. Our child is going to be successful." The next moment, he said, "Brother, why is your life so miserable? You left early."
Na?
When he made a fuss, Mrs. Liu also wiped away her tears, and Chai Tiannuo also felt sad for a while, feeling helpless. I heard that drinking makes you drunk. How could you make your foster father drunk just by eating?
After another round of troubles, by the time Chai Tiannuo left the academy, the moon had already risen to the sky.
"The case has been decided?"
Cao Fu asked softly. He didn't drink tonight. Instead, he took a big clay pot and looked at the stars in the sky, sipping tea one sip at a time.
Chaitino grinned and sat on the threshold with his half-division.
He never understood why Uncle Cao always drank heavily and sipped tea. Shouldn't it be the other way around?
"It's almost ten, we'll find out when the results are released tomorrow."
Chai Tiannuo didn't say too much. Cao Fu nodded. He had a thorough understanding of the nature of his half-disciple. The so-called inseparability meant that it was already decided.
Reaching out and patting Chaitino on the shoulder, Cao Fu, who always had a stern face, slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a heartfelt smile.
It has been really hard for Chaitino along the way, and now that he can get what he wanted, he, a half-master, is very happy.
"Uncle Cao, why do you drink a lot of alcohol and sip tea in small sips? This habit is exactly opposite to others."
Seeing that Cao Fu was in a good mood, Chai Tiannuo asked his doubts.
Cao Fu shook his head, picked up the clay pot and took another sip, and said in a slightly rising voice:
"Wine is like a knife that cuts the throat. Drinking it freely is like a thousand arrows piercing the heart, so happy!"
"Tea is a medicine that can help the world. Sip it slowly to moisten the lungs, nourish the heart, and warm the heart."
"It's getting late, hurry back to the mountain, tomorrow is your big day."
After saying that, Cao Fu stood up and walked towards the concierge, tiptoeing slightly like an old cat without making any sound.
After getting up, Chaitino couldn't help but blink his eyes.
What he said was very meaningful. Uncle Cao was definitely not just an ordinary warrior like he said.