"Stop talking nonsense, let's first invite some young masters and talented civilians to come up and test their talents again under everyone's attention." It turns out that Cangsheng College has always been about equality. If you have talents, you are entitled to enjoy the benefits in the college.
thing.
The ancestor was afraid that someone below would show favoritism, so he tested his talent in front of everyone at the weekly meeting.
Balsam pear face's voice is just like his face, with a hint of bitterness and sourness.
As soon as he said this, the old man on the left, who always looked lively and happy, conjured a roster out of thin air.
"The sixth young lady of the Yun family, Yun Qingqing, the seventh young lady of the An family, An Shaohua, and the fourth young master of the Ling family, Ling Hanzhu, are common people." The old man spoke in a lively voice, which sounded like the cheerful cry of a sparrow. The first two were seven.
The young lady of the two families at the end of the big family, the Ling family is a newly rising family in the Canglan continent. Wen Nuan is indeed a commoner who signed up based on his talent, with no background.
After the old man finished speaking, he paused and looked at the last name on the list, his face became even more bitter.
"The tenth young lady of the Rong family, Rong Xiyue."
In fact, the name Rong Xiyue is not unfamiliar to Cangsheng College.
Before Rong Xiyue was sent to the remote Shuiling Town, when she was in the Rong family, before the head of the Rong family went into seclusion, that is, before Miss Ten was five years old, she had been tested every year since she was three years old.
talented.
During these three years, the talent tested every year was zero, which was mediocre compared to any of the Rong family heirs. The head of the Rong family assigned Miss Ten to a remote town out of anger.
Although it has been ten years now, talent is something that has been ingrained in the body since childhood. Talent, talent, is given by God. Since it is given by God, it is something that cannot be caught up with later practice.
If you can't measure it when you are a child, is it possible that you can measure it when you grow up?
As the bitter-melon-faced elder thought about it, his complexion became more and more like a bitter melon. The rigid thinking restricted by the academy made him unable to believe that Miss Ten would break through the past and suddenly have a talent.
After hearing Rong Xiyue's name, the students present at Cangsheng College whispered for a moment. After all, Miss Ten has really become famous in Rongcheng recently.
What's more, the story of Miss Ten sleeping in the flower bed of Cangsheng College this morning has long been spread in Cangsheng College, and it has become a talking point for everyone after dinner.
The bitter face cried, and the corners of the inverted triangle eyes were pulled down. After reading the list, the lively face on the left snatched the list from his hand, laughing and smiling with joy on his face.
"Next, these young ladies and young masters will come here to test their talents under everyone's witness." His voice was as full of joy as his expression, and you could tell that he was in a happy mood.
Rong Xiyue raised her eyes and saw three people standing out from the crowd in the front rows. Judging from their clothes, they were probably Yun Qingqing, An Shaohua, Ling Hanzhu, and so on.
"Miss Ten, come up and test your talent, come on!" Just as she was looking at those people carefully, Mo Yao beside her suddenly became very active, and looked at her expectantly with a pair of not-so-pretty eyes.
Rong Xiyue's weird thoughts popped up again.
She pouted, ignored Mo Yao, turned her eyes to look forward, and stood up slowly holding the egg.
The moment he stood up, he glanced to the left inadvertently, then stopped, and couldn't help but cast a surprised look at her, with heartache in his mouth.