Just when Jingchen Hall was revising papers in full swing, Suixing Hall was very quiet until some gossip in Jingchen Hall was passed back by Xiao Hongyu, who came back temporarily.
"Renzi No. 13? Is he the candidate No. 13 from Renzichang?"
"What, now I have perfect scores in poetry, painting, and chess!"
"Are you kidding! Poetry and poetry are both great arts, as are classics and meanings. We will never give full marks easily. We have never seen these two great arts get full marks since this session..."
"Even Senior Brother Han from the next door hall, who was able to write a poem called "Luo Hua Pin You My Realm" at the right time and place, could only score nineteen points at most. I don't expect to get a full score of twenty. Is it possible that Ren Zi No. 13 wrote a more powerful song?
Isn’t it possible to achieve a state of selflessness by falling flowers?”
"But Brother Hongyu just said that Mr. Su was full of praise for the 'Ren Zi No. 3' test paper. When he saw the test papers of Senior Han and Senior Yu, he didn't react so much."
"And I heard that this brother wrote an extraordinary poem."
At this time, during the break, a certain calligraphy assistant came down from the stage to drink water. The students in Suixing Hall simply gathered in twos and threes to talk about it. As soon as this statement came out, the small area immediately became quiet, even the front
Hearing this, Huaijin, who was waiting in the row, stopped turning the book and stayed on a certain page for too long.
"He was actually superior in skill. He wrote a poem, which jumped directly out of the framework of poetry competition." Wu Peiliang put down the book and sighed.
Ever since he was inspired to write a song for ascending the building, he had been praised a little lightly by his classmates and friends in the past two days, but now he was like a small basin of cold water on the pavement. The feminine student who punched hard in front of Zhao Rong now showed some guilt.
Unsatisfactory look:
"Oh, it's true that the strongest has its own right."
"Brother Peiliang is so humble. He is already far better than us at climbing the stairs to write poems. Even if he doesn't get full marks, he is still among the top few in this poetry examination."
Wu Peiliang shook his head, "Brother, you don't have to comfort me. I am quite self-aware of the difference, and everyone can see it. A piece of poetry that can make even the well-informed Mr. Su look stunning..."
Wu Peiliang pretended to smile casually and waved his hands, but he was not depressed for long, and immediately cheered up, "It seems that our Mochi Academy is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. I don't know that this person who got the third number in the exam in Renzichang
Which school among the other five schools is my dear friend? When the results are released later, I must get to know you, ask for advice seriously, and exchange experiences."
Some students nodded in praise: "This is how it should be. This is the style of study that our Mochi Academy should have. It is a holy place for reading that the Confucian students at the mountain longed for. There is harmony and friendship among our students, and there is less hostility. Don't argue with your classmates even if you don't agree with each other."
To engage in confrontation and make a bet..." A certain student named Zhao was given another connotation.
Another student answered: "That's right, no matter how high or low their grades are, the better students take the initiative to exchange their experiences, and the students who have shortcomings are also open-minded to learn from them. The style of study is clear. Brother Pei Liang, like him, is a good example."
Wu Peiliang smiled from ear to ear, suppressed his mouth and waved his hands quickly: "I'm not as noble as everyone said. I just naturally wanted to ask for advice humbly. This dear friend with the number 13 is really powerful."
All the students agreed, but they also praised Wu Peiliang's modesty, and then flattered each other for a while. Finally, the topic returned to the sudden appearance of Renzi No. 13.
"There are rumors in the schools next door. Some people say that Renzi No. 13 is Brother Li from Guangye Hall who is famous for his partiality in science. Others say it is the low-key Brother Chen from Chengxin Hall..."
Everyone was discussing with gusto. At this time, the results of the mid-month exam have not yet come out, but a dark horse who has already confirmed perfect scores in three arts is enough to amaze the students in Class 6. The last time it was so lively, it was when Yu Huaijin started school.
In the first major exam, three subjects received perfect scores and the overall score was first.
It's just that this time the exam is about new people replacing old ones. At present, everyone has only heard that Yu Huaijin's musical arts was awarded perfect marks by Mr. Si, but they don't know about the other subjects. However, the limelight was lost to the sudden appearance of Ren.
Zi Shi3 was snatched, there is no doubt about this, which made people sigh. Many students from Suixing Hall secretly looked at the reaction of Senior Yu in the front row, but they bumped into the girl's calm and old-fashioned face.
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In the back row of the school, there were two calligraphy classes in a row. Zhao Rong took advantage of the break to return to his seat and drink some water to moisten his throat. When he passed by, he heard that these classmates were gathered together, and they were talking about the word "ren" back and forth.
Chang Shi No. 3', when he first heard this title, he was slightly startled. He turned his head and thought for a while before he realized...
When he returned to his seat, he thought that Brother Yushu was going to come and talk to him about Renzi No. 13, but Zhao Rong was ready to take out the test card from his sleeve and throw it to him for a showdown.
but……
After all, I underestimated Brother Yushu's "highbrowness". I don't have such low tastes at all. After the exam, I forgot about everything and didn't even mention anything related to the exam. I was carefree, Yushu Brothers
I don’t care how I do in the exam, let alone how others do in the exam.
This is an out-of-touch student with low-level taste... He almost misunderstood Brother Yushu, and Zhao Rong felt ashamed.
At this time, there was a dull sound of bells in the mountains and forests outside. Yu Huaijin stood up to remind him of class. The classroom suddenly became quiet. Zhao Rong came to the stage step by step, continued to lecture, and assigned some classroom assignments to practice writing.
Calligraphy is all about practicing diligently. If you have good brains but not good hands, it is the most common problem of having a good eye but a low hand. This is also Zhao Rong's point of view. Unfortunately, many students of Suixingtang don't buy it.
In addition to being dissatisfied with him for a long time, today is the first day after the exam. All the gentlemen are correcting papers in Jingchen Hall, such as Zhu Yourong, who has class in the morning. According to past practice, the gentlemen will mostly let
Students in various schools take a break during self-study.
This is currently the case in several other schools except Suixingtang. It's a pity that a certain busty female gentleman has a teaching assistant who is very dedicated to his duties.
As a result, some students who took it for granted to relax during self-study on the first morning after the exam were not happy with Zhao Rong, who was still giving lectures and assigning homework seriously on the podium.
And if there are no surprises, before the end of this morning, Meng Xuezheng, who has always been very efficient, will announce the results of the college entrance examination. Therefore, it is difficult to suppress the restlessness and anticipation among the students in Class 6 throughout the morning.
But with Yu Huaijin sitting in and suppressing him, he didn't dare to do it openly. It was inevitable that he would be lazy and uncooperative in the dark.
Zhao Rong knew this very well, so his requirements were not too high. It was fine if he didn't want to listen and was distracted. Just don't talk loudly to disturb the few students like Brother Teng Ying who were paying attention to the class seriously.
…
"Mr. Zeng, why not?" Mr. Chen insisted.
"Irregular."
"What are the rules?" Mr. Chen asked.
Mr. Zeng took a cup of tea and took a leisurely sip before saying:
"There is no first-class article, let alone one written by a student. How can it really be perfect? We like it, but no matter how much it appeals to us, we can't easily give full marks. I see, just give it 19 points.
If he is excellent, he is not less than one or two points like this. This is also an old rule left by the senior gentlemen who have taught scriptures in the years since the school was opened, and it naturally has its reason."
Mr. Chen shook his head, "Rules are dead, people are alive. Besides, in several other arts, why can the teachers in each of them get full marks, but not in our Jingyi?"
Mr. Zeng was not annoyed, and shook his head gently, "Because the classics and meanings are a great art, much more rigorous than the art of poetry and composition. How can it be easily compared with other small arts? Moreover, Confucian scholars who study classics and meanings,
What is required is a humble and studious attitude, tirelessness, and giving full marks at will. Wouldn’t it be easy to make people proud? Either way, or..."
The old gentleman who had seen many young talents smiled slightly: "The old rules that are left behind always have their reasons. Xiao Chen, don't act out of emotion. You must know that too much strength is easy to break, and too much arrogance is easy to fail. These young people,
You have to be more restrained and don't make them proud."
Mr. Chen was speechless for a moment, unable to express what he wanted to say. The gentlemen watching around him also shook their heads and said nothing. However, at this moment, a female gentleman who had been listening for a long time suddenly interrupted:
"So Mr. Zeng suppresses us juniors like this, is he afraid that we will be proud? For our own good?"
Mr. Zeng and Mr. Chen were both stunned, but they saw Zhu Yourong walking out with his hands behind his back and nodding seriously:
"Then there is something puzzling to this junior. If you don't give him full marks, how do you know that he will be proud? He is not even arrogant. Instead, we Linlu students should be ambitious and energetic. Why should we be so old like Mr.
The seniors put it out."
The whole place suddenly fell silent.
Mr. Zeng's eyelids twitched, and the gentlemen listening couldn't help laughing.