Inside the examination room No. Ren.

Although not as fast as the previous few rounds, Zhao Rong still finished the fastest. He confidently did not bother to polish or fix errors, and was the first to hand in his paper.

The candidates in the Renzi examination room were already accustomed to this. They looked up at his back, then lowered their heads expressionlessly and continued to write. Only Li Xueyu watched him leave the examination room.

Zhao Rong passed by the other examination room. The other candidates were used to it. After taking a look, they did what they were supposed to do.

But this time, Zhao Rong felt a little embarrassed. He looked at his classmates who were still writing furiously and gave them some encouraging looks.

All candidates: ...

Zhao Rong had a smooth journey and met Meng Zhengjun, who was inspecting the exam, in the corridor on the way. He greeted him politely.

Meng Zhengjun still held his hands and had a stern face as usual, and nodded to Zhao Rong in return.

But when they were about to pass by each other, she suddenly said to him, "That essay... is not bad."

"Um what."

Zhao Rong turned his head and asked, but by then, the two had already crossed each other's paths, and he could only see the back of Mr. Xue Zheng, who had once suppressed and hated him, walking away quickly.

Zhao Rong was puzzled and paused for a moment. Then he changed his mind and laughed.

Zhao Rong was about to turn around when, at this moment, a strange sight of plum blossoms and white snow suddenly appeared in the sky above an examination hall not far from him which he had already passed by.

Even though Zhao Rong had not yet reached Haoran's peak, he could still sense the slightest disturbance of the surrounding spiritual energy.

It is a kind of poetry.

And according to Zhao Rong's rich experience, it is a song of falling flowers.

Meng Zhengjun, who had just passed by Zhao Rong, immediately rushed over there quickly, and a burst of uncontrollable restless noises immediately rang out in the surrounding quiet examination rooms. Some invigilators scolded with a blank expression, while some more relaxed invigilators even paced to the door to join in the fun.

"It seems to be a T-shaped field!"

"Sure enough, there are students who can write poems of high quality in the examination hall..."

"It's still a fallen flower..."

The attention of all the candidates was drawn to a student who wrote a poem about falling flowers.

Zhao Rong did not turn around to watch the fun. Instead, he turned around with a smile and left Mo Chi Academy without anyone noticing.

Not long after Zhao Rong walked away, strange phenomena began to appear in the Mo Chi Academy behind him, one after another.

It should be that another famous candidate in the academy who has written a poem that is of high quality.

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In the evening, Zhao Rong came to Mochi Academy in a relaxed mood for evening self-study.

Finally the exam was over, he was in a good mood and came early without rushing to arrive.

As soon as Zhao Rong entered the school, he heard the students in the corridor enthusiastically discussing the poetry and prose exam this afternoon.

It seemed that, among the hundreds of candidates in the ten examination rooms in the afternoon, the poems written on the spot by eight students were accepted.

Because when you are a student, the art of poetry and prose taught by the teachers in the academy mainly focuses on poetry, and prose and prose are advanced courses for those who are promoted to scholars.

Among the eight poems that were accepted in today’s poetry and prose examination, two were of the Fallen Flowers category, and the remaining six were of the Climbing the Tower category. There was no legendary Nanshan category, otherwise it would have alarmed the old priest.

In a poetry and prose exam for students, the emergence of two poems about falling flowers was already quite amazing. This did not happen in the last mid-month exam, when only six poems about climbing the tower were born.

I heard that one of these two poems about falling flowers was written by Han Wenfu from Xiudaotang.

The first one was written by a quiet and low-key student from Guangye Hall. It was not the old-fashioned girl from Ruxing Hall that everyone thought of at the first time. The latter did not even have the taste for falling flowers. When the test paper was handed in, it was just as ordinary as most of the candidates, and there was nothing unusual...

Zhao Rong walked through the corridor and could hear the discussions, which went in one ear and out the other.

The final exam is over, and it is Zhu Yourong's turn to have evening self-study in Suixing Hall tonight.

Mr. Zhu hasn't arrived yet, and I don't know who he learned this from, but he started to like precise spotting.

In Ruexing Hall, even with Yu Huaijin sitting in the first row to keep the atmosphere in check, the students could not suppress their lively discussions.

However, since most of the talking was controlled within a certain range, it couldn't be heard from far away outside. Plus, the exam was finally over, and he knew that everyone had been suppressing their emotions for a long time and needed to release them, so Yu Huaijin sat in the first row and turned a blind eye, which was a rare move for him.

In the back row, Fan Yushu said excitedly to his friend:

"Tzuyu, we're finally free! We'll have a day off in a few days, how about we go for a walk in the city?"

Zhao Rong shook his head: "Qingjun Qian'er is coming, I want to accompany them."

Fan Yushu's eyes sparkled, "Then I can eat for free again!"

“…”

Zhao Rong turned his head and just looked at him quietly.

Fan Yushu scratched his head, "Ziyu, why are you looking at me like that...Okay, I'll disappear by myself then."

Only then did Zhao Rong retract his gaze and continue reading.

Fan Yushu looked around, then turned back and whispered, "Ziyu, luckily Senior Yu was firm that day, and Senior Han helped you, so you were able to cancel the bet with that sissy."

Zhao Rong looked at his friend who was feeling relieved for him in confusion.

Fan Yushu was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said, "Oh, I almost forgot. You left early for the exam this afternoon, so I didn't see you, Ziyu. Sometimes I really think you have a big heart... You don't know, right after you left this afternoon, that sissy actually wrote a poem to appreciate, and I appreciated it on the top of the building!"

Zhao Rong nodded, "Oh."

Fan Yushu looked at him and asked seriously, "Can you show some expression?"

Zhao Rong praised again: "He is quite good, but we underestimated him."

“…”

Fan Yushu asked suspiciously, "Ziyu, are you some hidden genius? You look so calm and composed, just like Senior Yu."

Just as Zhao Rong was about to turn around and say, "Do I have to tell you that I know the Tathagata Palm?" Fan Yushu immediately shook his head, "That's useless. He wrote a poem that was accepted and submitted it, but you obviously didn't have any special vision when you submitted it, so your poem didn't pass the grade, and you lost in the art of poetry. Add to that your weakness, a zero in music. Besides, that sissy is really good at landscape painting, not to mention other things... And Tzuyu, you should be able to make up for it with your calligraphy. But no matter what, three subjects against one, he has the advantage!"

Zhao Rong admitted: "That's a good idea, Mr. Bureau Chief!"

Fan Yushu was confused. "What did you say? What table?"

Zhao Rong nodded: "I think my deskmate has a good idea."

Fan Yushu was suspicious: "I always feel like you are implying something about me."

Before Zhao Rong could answer, the school suddenly became quiet, and all the students looked towards the door of the empty classroom at the same time.

Some people have not arrived yet, but the fragrance of orchid has arrived.

The students in the front row smelled a familiar fragrance.

Zhu Yourong was wearing a dark blue Confucian robe, with her black hair casually tied up and a snow-white silk scarf tied around her neck. She walked into the school with precise steps and walked to the podium with her hands behind her back.

Her face was calm, and her eyelids were half lowered, as if she had dozed off again while arranging flowers and writing in the afternoon, and was too lazy to get up to dress up in the evening, and was still a little grumpy when she went out to class.

Of course, this is Zhao Rong's experience and thoughts after seeing this scene, which may not be correct, and it is even more impossible to ask...

Under the podium, all the students sat upright and listened attentively. As everyone knew, Senior Yu was stricter in Zhu Yourong's class than in other classes.

On the podium, the lazy female teacher glanced around the classroom with her hazy eyes, and her gaze did not stop at anyone...

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