"Look at this question, what gets dirtier the more you wash it? It's a strange question, isn't it?" Lian Tianqi looked at it confused, "Things are getting cleaner and cleaner, but here it asks what gets dirtier.
Does washing make it dirtier?"
Shu Jingrong looked a little strange and opened another page casually: "The general led the soldiers to enter a house. The door was closed. They did not climb over the wall, break into the door, or dig a hole in the ground. How could they enter the house?"
Lian Tianqi looked confused and serious: "How do you get in? Are you in disguise?"
"You just pushed the door open! These questions are really... really different, but I like them." Shu Jingrong grinned.
These questions were like the brain teasers she had played before, and there was definitely no one answer to these questions. She was really curious as to why the Iron Armor Camp's entrance test would come up with these things.
Lian Tianqi stared at her blankly, echoing in his mind: "You pushed the door in, you pushed the door in..."
It seems that this is indeed the case, and it does not say that the door is locked. Since it is not locked, then just push the closed door open and go in.
Is the answer really that simple? Probably not. It would be too childish to use such a simple question as a test for entering the Iron Armored Camp. Probably not.
He looked at Shu Jingrong with some confusion and said, "Are you sure this is the answer? Is it that simple?"
She raised her eyebrows slightly: "How do I know? I just feel that's the case. Anyway, we are not the ones who grade the exam in the end. We just have to do it now."
Each of them grabbed a book, pen, ink, paper and inkstone and began to write answers. From time to time, some conversations came from the room.
"Xiao Shuzi, you see this question is strange. A drunk man lifted a big stone and threw it at the wine vat in front of him. Why was the wine vat still intact after a loud bang? How could it be intact?"
"If it's not hit, then it's fine."
"How could I not hit it? A fool could hit the wine vat right in front of me."
"He is not a fool, he is a drunkard!"
"Not even drunkards..."
"A drunkard can see your head as a watermelon. Is it any wonder that he can't hit a wine vat?"
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"Look at this..."
"impossible……"
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It took two people nearly two hours to finish writing the so-called paper, but there was an intense discussion between the two of them.
If there were anyone outside the door at this time, they would definitely be wondering what major academic issues these two people are struggling with. One of them always gets more and more excited as he talks, while the other always smiles and talks to the other until he has nothing to say.
When the two people walked out of the small shabby house together and handed the paper in their hands to the scholar who was waiting in the sun not far away, both of them looked like they breathed a sigh of relief.
The scholar was the first to take Shu Jingrong's answer sheet. He was very curious as to why she took out a large stack of paper.
He took the large stack of paper in confusion, lowered his head and glanced at the answers above, and his originally indifferent eyes immediately straightened.
The scholar silently flipped through a few pages, then raised his head and asked, "Did you write all the answers above yourself?"
The hand holding the paper trembled obviously twice. The scholar's expression at this moment was complex and his eyes were serious.
