The two people followed closely behind this scholar-like man. When they heard the other two calling him, he seemed to be a scholar. This was probably a code name, as it fit his temperament quite well.
Following the scholar into the shabby little house, the two looked at each other, both curious about what they were going to do in this shabby house now.
"The next test you two are going to undergo is actually very simple, very simple. The first part is to see your observation ability and response ability, but our Iron Armor Battalion does not want idiots who can't use their brains. Your spiritual power cultivation is as good as ours.
We all know it, so I don’t plan to test those on you.”
The scholar smiled and told them, walking into one of the shabby houses, the environment and smell inside were really similar to Shu Jingrong's small shabby house.
"Then what are you going to do now, test our IQ, take the exam?"
Shu Jingrong curled her lips, wondering if there would be another exam, saying that what she hated most was the exam.
Lian Tianqi knocked on him with a fan, but she dodged him and said, "I'm afraid, Xiao Shuzi, you're going to be disappointed. Look at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, I guess it's really possible."
"No way, is there really a test?"
Shu Jingrong stared at the situation in the small dilapidated house, looking at it all at a simple glance. There were pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table with a few holes missing.
The scholar chuckled and stood by the door and said: "On the table over there, there are two books with a hundred questions in each. You can choose one at will and finish it within today. I will be outside.
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There is a saying that says, the more you fear something, the more it will come to you!
Shu Jingrong felt that this was the situation now. When she was training, the thing she hated the most was the exam. Asking her to write with a pen was really a big deal.
Especially now that she saw the ink on the brush and rice paper, her eyes felt like stars!!
Now it’s impossible not to pass it... There are one hundred questions, so I shouldn’t need to write too many words.
Shu Jingrong sighed helplessly, stared at the things on the table fiercely, and gritted her teeth: "Scholar, can you tell me how to calculate the scores for these hundred questions, how to calculate passing, and how to calculate failing?
"
Everything needs to be clarified, don't make it a mess.
"There are no standards!"
Sometimes it is more troublesome to have no standards than to have standards.
Shu Jingrong and Lian Tianqi looked at each other. Lian Tianqi was the first to step forward, took two thin books in his hands and browsed them casually, and immediately frowned.
"No matter what, the questions are all difficult. Even you, the eldest young master, are very talented. I'm sure this literary genre won't be difficult for you!"
She crossed her hands and clasped her fists, blinking her eyes, looking at Mr. Lian with a strong aura of expectation.
Lian Tianqi frowned and put down the two books, and smiled helplessly: "Originally, I thought it wouldn't be difficult for me. After all, I have read all the books of my Lian family, but writing this question is really a bit difficult for me...
…”
He was not afraid of some common questions, but after casually reading some of these questions, he was a little confused.
Shu Jingrong walked forward doubtfully, took a book and flipped it through, and on a certain page it was clearly written: "What gets dirtier the more you wash it?"
