Although it was not as fast as the previous games, Zhao Rong was still the fastest to complete the work. He was confident enough not to polish and catch bugs, and was the first to hand in the paper.
The candidates in the Renzi Hall had long been accustomed to looking up at his back, then lowering their heads and continuing to write with expressionless faces. Only Li Xueyou watched him walk out of the examination room.
Zhao Rong passed by the other examination room, and the candidates were not surprised. After taking a look, they decided to do what they were supposed to do.
But this time, Zhao Rong felt a little embarrassed. He looked at his classmates who were still writing hard and gave them some encouraging looks.
Candidates:…………
Zhao Rong had a smooth journey and met Meng Zhengjun, who was inspecting the inspection, on the corridor and said hello politely.
Meng Zhengjun still held his hands and had a straight face, and nodded in return to Zhao Rong.
However, when he was about to pass by, he suddenly said to him, "That trial strategy... was well written."
"Uh what."
Zhao Rong turned his head and asked, but at this time, the two people had already crossed each other, and he could only see the back of Mr. Xuezheng, who had suppressed and hated him, and left quickly.
Zhao Rong was confused, paused for a moment, then thought about it and laughed dumbly.
Zhao Rong was about to turn around, but at this moment, plum blossoms and white snow suddenly appeared over an examination room not far from him that he had passed by.
Even though Zhao Rong was not yet powerful, he could still feel a little bit of the 'feng shui grass movement' of the aura around him.
It is a top-notch poem.
And based on Zhao Rong’s rich experience, it’s still a piece of music.
Meng Zhengjun, whom Zhao Rong had just passed by, immediately hurried over there, and a burst of uncontrollable commotion immediately rang out in several quiet examination rooms around him. Some invigilators scolded expressionlessly, while others
The more relaxed invigilator even walked to the door to join in the fun.
"It looks like a T-shaped field!"
"Sure enough, there are students who can write top-notch poems in the examination room..."
"It's still a fallen flower..."
The attention of all the candidates was attracted by a certain student who wrote Luohuapin poems.
Zhao Rong did not turn around to watch the excitement. He turned around with a smile and left Mochi School Management without anyone noticing.
And not long after Zhao Rong walked away, there were faint visions appearing in the Mochi Academy behind him, one after another.
It should be another high-profile candidate in the academy who wrote a top-notch poem.
…
In the evening, Zhao Rong came to Mochi Academy for evening self-study in a relaxed manner.
After finally finishing the exam, he was in a good mood and came very early without missing a beat.
As soon as Zhao Rong entered the school, he heard the students in the corridor excitedly discussing the poetry and poetry exam this afternoon.
It seems that among the hundreds of candidates in the ten examination rooms in the afternoon, eight students' poems written on the spot were accepted.
Because in the student stage, the art of poetry taught by Mr. Xueguan mainly teaches poetry, and poetry and poetry are the advanced courses for subsequent promotion to scholars.
Of the eight poems that entered the poetry examination today, two were of the Luo Hua category, and the remaining six were of the Climbing Tower category, none of which were the legendary Nanshan category, otherwise they would probably alarm the old priest.
In a poetry and poetry examination at the student level, the emergence of two "Luo Hua" works is already very amazing. This did not happen in the last mid-month exam, when only six "Deng Lou" works were produced.
It is said that one of the two poems "Luo Hua Pin" is a Korean version from the Sedo Hall.
This song is from a taciturn and low-key student from Guangye Hall, not the old-fashioned girl from the straightforward hall that everyone first thought of. The latter didn't even have a flower product until the exam paper was handed in, and most of the candidates
It's just as ordinary and unremarkable...
As Zhao Rong passed through the corridor, he could roughly hear the discussions going in through his left ear and out the right ear.
The big exam has ended, and tonight it is Zhu Yourong's turn to have evening self-study in Suixing Hall.
Mr. Zhu hasn’t come here yet, and I don’t know who he is learning from, so he started to like to accurately check the spots.
In Suixing Hall, even with Yu Huaijin sitting in the front row, the students could not suppress the lively discussion.
However, because most of the voices were controlled within a certain range, they could not be heard from far outside. In addition, after finally finishing the exam, I understood that everyone had been suppressed for a long time and needed to be released.
It's rare to turn a blind eye.
In the back row, Fan Yushu said excitedly to his friend:
"Tzuyu, we are finally liberated! We have a holiday in a few days, how about we go to the city for a walk?"
Zhao Rong shook his head: "Qingjun Qian'er is coming, and I want to accompany them."
Fan Yushu's eyes gleamed, "Then can I get some free time again?"
“…”
Zhao Rong turned his head and looked at him quietly.
Fan Yushu scratched his head, "Ziyu, why are you looking at me like that...Okay, I will disappear by myself then."
Zhao Rong finally withdrew his gaze and continued reading.
Fan Yushu looked around for a while, then turned back and whispered: "Tzuyu, fortunately, Senior Yu had a tough attitude that day, and Senior Han helped, so you and that sissy broke off the bet."
Zhao Rong glanced doubtfully at his friend who was breathing a sigh of relief for him.
Fan Yushu was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said: "Oh, I almost forgot, you left early for the exam in the afternoon, I didn't see you, Ziyu, sometimes I really feel that your heart is really big... You don't know, you left in the afternoon
Not long after, that sissy actually wrote a first-class poem, which was highly praised by the public!"
Zhao Rong nodded, "Oh."
Fan Yushu looked at him and asked seriously: "Can you give me a little expression?"
Zhao Rong praised again: "Then he is doing well, but he is underestimating him."
“…”
Fan Yushu said suspiciously: "Ziyu, are you some kind of hidden peerless academic master? Your calm and calm look is just like that of Senior Yu."
Just as Zhao Rong was about to turn around and say, "Do I have to tell you about my knowledge of Tathagata's Divine Palm?" Fan Yushu immediately shook his head: "It's all in vain. I wrote a first-class poem and submitted it. You obviously didn't have any abnormality when you submitted the poem."
If you are not qualified, you have lost the great art of poetry and poetry; coupled with your weakness, it is a music art with zero points; in addition, that sissy, not to mention other things, is really a bit strong in landscape painting... and Zi
Yu, your calligraphy skills should be able to win back the whole city. But no matter what, with three doors against one, he has the advantage!"
Zhao Rong admitted: "The bureau has great views!"
Fan Yushu was confused, "What did you say? What table?"
Zhao Rong nodded: "I'd like to meet you at the same table."
Fan Yushu doubted: "I always feel that you are caring about me."
Before Zhao Rong could answer, the school fell silent instantly, and all the students looked at the empty door in unison.
Some people have not yet come, and the fragrance of orchids arrives.
The students in the front row smelled the familiar fragrance.
Zhu Yourong was wearing a dark blue Confucian shirt, with black silk tied up casually, and a snow-white celebrity scarf. He walked into the school with precise steps and walked to the podium with his hands behind his back.
Her face was dull and her eyelids were half lowered, as if she had taken a nap while arranging flowers and writing in the afternoon, was too lazy to dress up in the evening, and was a little annoyed when she got up to go to class.
Of course, this is Zhao Rong's experience and thought after seeing this scene, and it may not be correct, let alone asking...
Under the podium, all the students were sitting upright and calm down. As we all know, Senior Yu is more strict in Zhu Yourong's class than in other classes.
On the podium, the lazy female teacher glanced around the classroom with hazy eyes, her eyes not stopping at anyone...
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PS: Knowing that all my good brothers are Neptunes, 520 and 521 are left for everyone to accompany their girlfriends. See how considerate Xiaorong is! (Hold his head to avoid being beaten)