"You two should stop thinking about my boss," Tian Hao said quietly. "My boss is exceptionally talented and has the potential to become an emperor. You two have no chance."
"You're asking for it."
"You deserve a beating."
The two women made their moves almost simultaneously.
After two loud thuds, Tian Hao was tragically kicked away.
In the examination room, Ye Qiu lowered his head and began to look at the three questions on the test paper.
The first question asked participants to compose a poem on the theme of "moon," with the name of the question setter, Li Yuanxiu, noted next to it.
The second question asks for a poem on the theme of "battlefield," set by Xin Qubing.
Question 3: Write an essay on the theme of 'family and country'. Question setter: Zhao Mo.
After reading the question, Ye Qiu was already confident.
"Hey kid, are you sure you can pull this off?"
Just then, a very magnetic voice came from the side.
Ye Qiu turned his head and glanced at the speaker. He saw that the speaker was a young man in white. The young man had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes and was quite handsome. He wore a plaque on his chest with the four golden characters "Tongcheng Academy" engraved on it.
Upon seeing that they were from Tongcheng Academy, Ye Qiu said calmly, "I think it's very difficult."
"That's right, it's going to be tough. You should have been eliminated in the first round. What a pity, what a pity." The young man shook his head, looking extremely regretful.
"Heh, do you students from Tongcheng Academy really enjoy making sarcastic remarks?" Ye Qiu sneered.
"That's not true. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn't even be qualified for me to mock you. It's just that I happened to see you angrily confronting the sect leader of the Divine Fist Sect outside, and you said a lot of arrogant things. If you can't even get past the first round of this literary competition area, how can you expect to crush the Divine Fist Sect?"
"Kid, I'm not trying to be mean, but don't be so arrogant. When you should be cowering like a dog, don't try to act like a human, or you'll get hurt," the young man said calmly.
"What's your name?" Ye Qiu asked.
"Mosanti, remember this name well, because this name will be the pinnacle you can never reach. Okay, I'm going to start answering the questions now, so don't bother me."
Mosanti lowered his head and began answering the questions, his expression becoming serious.
Ye Qiu didn't take Mosanti seriously. He fiddled with his pen, not in a hurry to answer the question, but instead thinking about which poems to use.
Ye Qiu could recall many ancient poems with the theme of "moon," but he was having trouble choosing one.
After thinking for a while, Ye Qiu wrote down Li Bai's "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" for the first question!
For the second question, Ye Qiu didn't even consider it, and directly wrote Xin Qiji's "Po Zhen Zi": "Drunk, I pick up my sword by lamplight; in my dreams, I hear the bugles echoing through the camps..."
Ye Qiu found the first two questions easy, but the third question stumped him.
The third question was to write an essay on the theme of family and country, and Ye Qiu had not memorized any related articles.
After much thought, Ye Qiu decided to compose a piece on the spot.
Ye Qiu had read many ancient books in Daxia and was quite learned, so writing an article was no problem for him.
Moreover, Ye Qiu was determined to make a name for himself, so when he started writing, he planned to incorporate many classic poems into his essay, vowing to win the championship in the writing competition...
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