After Ye Ming finished playing a game for Xiao Xingxin, he hurriedly started writing the test paper.
When Liu Yanran saw that this guy was in such a hurry, she didn't think he could accomplish anything in such a short time, so she didn't look at Ye Ming's test paper.
However, what Liu Yanran didn't know was that Ye Ming, who had been instilled with the idea of "mastering high school knowledge", knew this test paper very well.
Combined with the mental writing simulation he had practiced from writing novels, and the hand speed that resembled that of a single man for eighteen years, he successfully finished the entire test paper just before the bell rang fifteen minutes before the end of the exam.
Ye Ming used the hand speed he had practiced from writing novels to finish writing an essay in twenty minutes, which he had quickly simulated in his mind, and then turned the answer sheet to the front.
Looking at the answer sheet, "Mountains and rivers are so steep that it seems there is no way out, but a shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village in the distance."
Well, these are indeed two serious ancient poems, but mixing them together is really a bit strange, just like the inexplicable thought of "The girl next door has grown up, with a strength to pull mountains and a spirit to unleash the world".
Ye Ming stretched lazily, thinking comfortably about whether he would rush out of the school gate to buy a midnight snack, or eat a simple whole octopus balls or a bowl of cold noodles.
"Oh my, what you wrote really opened my eyes."
A voice that had not been heard for a long time sounded nearby.
Ye Ming looked helplessly at Ying Zheng, who was sitting on his desk with his answer sheet in his hand.
"Why do you always seem to be possessed by a ghost?"
Ying Zheng jumped down from the table and put the answer sheet back on the table.
"Don't be so distant. This isn't the first time. You should be used to it, right?"
"hehe……"
Ye Ming rolled his eyes at this guy.
"It's been almost two months since you last came to see me. I felt like you were going to die."
"Oh my, how did you know that?"
Ying Zheng looked at Ye Ming in surprise, and finally seemed to understand something, pointing his right index finger at Ye Ming.
"You must be a prophet. Prophets should be killed with a knife!"
"Why?"
Ye Ming was still surprised when he saw Ying Zheng's funny look.
"What do you mean? I just said that I felt like you were going to die, so why did you still call me a prophet?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Ying Zheng leaned against the table and spoke with a relaxed look on his face.
"As for me, I've already found my successor. As for Ying Zheng, he should have disappeared from this world long ago."
"Before, I existed in this world because the people of this world needed me to protect them. But now there are people who can inherit my role as guardian, so naturally... it's time for me to leave."
"The legend of the ten S-sequences is about to end. A new king will ascend this throne of bones, enjoying eternal loneliness all alone..."
Ying Zheng took out Ye Ming's mobile phone and looked for something in the photo album in front of Ye Ming.
Soon he turned to a photo, which was a screenshot taken when Ye Ming drew the Rock King Emperor during his last return.
(The last time Zhongli came back, I got Uncle Lu when I paid out!)
Ying Zheng pointed at Zhongli on his phone and said, "Just like this oldest god in 'Original God', living long enough will wear down. Even rock will wear down, let alone... an ordinary person like me?"
Ying Zheng walked out the door and looked up at the starry sky.
"Under the wear and tear of time, a mortal like me naturally cannot withstand the force of time. As the saying goes: If I want to buy osmanthus flowers and carry them with me to drink, it will never be like the days of my youth."
"There aren't many old friends left from my era. Those old friends of mine have either gone crazy due to wear and tear, or have wielded the sword against us old friends in pursuit of immortality."
"Right now... I feel like life is hard. After all, I've lived for too long. It's been almost three thousand years since the Shang and Zhou dynasties. I'm considered an antique."
Ye Ming looked at Ying Zheng, who looked like a young man in his twenties and was wearing a standard suit. He did not look like the kind of emperor in ancient times who could control the life and death of mortals with a single thought.
This Ying Zheng, on the contrary, seems like a gentleman lingering in the city.
But Ye Ming felt from Ying Zheng's tone that he was mocking himself.
"Having lived too long, I was backstabbed and ambushed one by one by my friends. In the end, even the harmonious brothers and sisters finally... rode on horses and brandished swords... and attacked my friends."
"Alright, alright, that's too sad."
Ying Zheng changed the subject and returned to his more humorous self when they first met. In a flash, he came to the back of a boy in the row in front of Ye Ming who was concentrating on writing.
"Anyway, I'm about to retire. When I was helping you fix that look in your system, the main system seemed to have given you the opportunity to make a wish."
"As for this thing, the main system told me that if you want to fulfill that wish, you need the guardian's consent, so that I can help you realize your wish. I came here to ask you, do you want to make a wish now?"
"If you haven't made up your mind yet, I'll tell the next successor in advance. The moment you decide on your wish, I'll have him appear by your side and help you realize it."
Ye Ming looked at Ying Zheng in silence for a while and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Ying Zheng.
"Hey, hey, hey, please don't make a wish like that for me to stay. I finally get to retire, and I can't have to work overtime just because of your wish."
Ye Ming looked at Ying Zheng and smiled.
"Then I haven't made up my mind. How about our Eternal Emperor, please sign your name for me? The signature of the Eternal Emperor is very valuable."
"puff……"
Ying Zheng chuckled, picked up Ye Ming's pen and wrote on Ye Ming's test paper in the standard script of the Qin Empire, "Small Seal Script".
"Small seal script (zhuan)" was the common writing system of the Qin Empire. At the end of the Warring States Period, Emperor Qin Shi Huang unified the Central Plains and unified the writing system of the Central Plains.
"I thought it was something else. Isn't it just a random signature? It's not a wish. I'll just sign it for you. This signature is a gift from me, but it doesn't count as making your wish come true."
"It seems that this wish should be kept. I will help you realize it after that guy inherits my position."
After saying this, Ying Zheng looked at the clock on the wall.
"It's almost time for us to say goodbye."
"Well, I have a few questions, could you answer them for me?"
Ye Ming looked at Ying Zheng seriously and asked.
"Oh? What's the problem? Tell me and see if I can answer it for you."
Ying Zheng asked while picking his nose.
Ye Ming looked at Ying Zheng, feeling a little embarrassed by the way he was concentrating on picking his nose.
"Can we please pay attention to our image?"
Ying Zheng rolled his eyes at Ye Ming.
"I'm almost retired, why should I care about my image? Besides, if you're in a high position and have lived a long life, does that mean you have to be elegant? If you have any questions, just ask them now."
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