Chapter 203: Hatred

When the young man was still living in the inn, the young lady would find all kinds of delicious food every day, and he could also get a lot of benefits and have a taste of it.

But now the young master has to take an exam, which will last for several days. The young lady stays in the inn all day and doesn't even go out, so he can't go with her to eat some good food.

After thinking it over, Xun Yuanbo went to Jiang Mixia to discuss, "My dear, the weather is nice today, why don't we go for a walk, maybe we can see something interesting?"

Maybe you can come across something delicious.

"I'm really not interested. If Master Xun wants to go, you can go first." Jiang Mixia looked listless.

"Hey, that's not right. When the young master called you over earlier, you were so excited and looked at everything with interest. Why are you not interested now?"

"Master Xun has already said that it was Jing Yun who called me. Now it's not Jing Yun who called me, so naturally I'm not interested anymore."

Jiang Mixia waved her hand and said, "Master Xun, go by yourself. If there is anything good, bring some back for me so that I can broaden my horizons."

Xun Yuanbai, "..."

How can this be treated differently? Damn it.

Is he really that redundant?

I am really angry! ——In the Imperial Examination Hall, candidates are answering questions for the exam.

There was no other noisy sound except the sounds of the candidates grinding, turning papers and writing.

This was the first exam, and the test subjects included one article from "The Analects of Confucius", one article from "The Doctrine of the Mean", one article from "Mencius", one poem of five-character eight-rhyme, and four poems on the interpretation of scriptures.

You have three days to answer all of these questions. If you are confident and can review the questions, write a draft and then transcribe it, it will not take more than two days. However, if you have to think hard about all of these questions, you may not even be able to finish answering all the questions by the end of the exam.

Song Jingyun was obviously one of those people who had his answers planned out clearly. After a little thought, he began to write his answers on paper.

In order to keep his handwriting neat, Song Jingyun wrote neither fast nor slow, but because his thoughts were flowing like a spring, his writing speed was not slow.

On the second day, Song Jingyun was still busy writing.

In the room diagonally opposite, there was a candidate named Zhang Zhenghao, who had a worried look on his face, and several crumpled papers were piled on his desk.

These topics don't seem difficult just by looking at them, and I feel like I have something to write about when I try to write. But after actually putting pen to paper, I feel like everything is not going as I wish, and then I can't even write an extra sentence.

Just as he was worried and hesitant, a drop of ink from the brush in his hand fell onto the paper.

The ink stains spread across the paper, creating a sharp contrast between black and white, making one feel even more irritated.

Zhang Zhenghao crumpled the paper into a ball again and even squeezed it tightly.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Zhenghao looked around to see what condition everyone else was in.

Seeing that many people looked unhappy, he felt a little relieved as he wrote and paused. But when he saw Song Jingyun writing furiously across from him, he gritted his teeth.

It would be fine if other people were just like him, but it is really abominable that there are people who are much better than them.

Moreover, it was already the second day of the exam, and he was still so full of ideas and working so hard, which meant he must be determined to win.

As for himself, he still hadn't answered any of the questions at this time, so he basically had no chance of taking part in the autumn examination.

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It would be fine if he failed the exam, but it was just that others were able to stand out while he had to fail. This feeling was even more painful than if he was the only one who failed the exam.

Zhang Zhenghao gritted his teeth, and there was more hatred in his eyes when he looked at Song Jingyun.

His eyes rolled around twice, and then he looked at the cool breeze blowing from the west. Zhang Zhenghao suddenly came up with an idea. He casually wrote many passages from the Four Books and Five Classics on the crumpled paper, then tore it into small pieces of one inch square, and then rolled it into a small ball the size of a thumb.

(End of this chapter)