"Renzichang No. 13?"

In front of the window on the north side of the lobby, a bald man over nine feet tall was walking back and forth excitedly, his head down with his eyes glued to a test paper, muttering to himself.

In the hall, the other teachers and students looked at each other for a few seconds, and they probably understood that the painting teacher must have encountered a paper he liked. Although many teachers occasionally encountered this when marking papers in the past, especially the papers of a small group of top students in the academy, it was easy to produce excellent works, but it was rare to have such a strong reaction as Duan Jiuling's at the moment.

"Mr. Duan, please calm down and go back to your seat first. If you have anything to say, wait until you have made the changes. Don't disturb other gentlemen's work." Meng Zhengjun reminded.

The more Duan Jiuling looked at the painting, the happier he looked. After Meng Zhengjun finished speaking, he didn't even raise his head, and it was unclear whether he heard it or not. However, he still grinned and admired the painting all the way, and walked back to his seat without even looking at the road ahead.

The other gentlemen, including Zhu Yourong, smiled. Although they were a little curious about the test paper that made Duan Jiuling lose his composure, they just regarded it as an episode and a fun thing that they could talk about with their friends after dinner.

The dozen or so female students who came to assist in registering their scores and acted as invisible people in the lobby all focused their attention on one name.

"Renzi Field No. 13? This paper belongs to the examinee of Renzi Field..."

Girls love to gossip after all, but all the test papers have not been graded yet. The teachers can only see the corresponding examination rooms and seat numbers, but not the specific schools and names of the candidates. These can only be matched one by one after the end of the exam, when Meng Zhengjun takes out the roster of the exam sealed by the academy. This is also an important task to be carried out later.

While Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyu were delivering something to Meng Zhengjun, she whispered curiously, "Xueyu, I remember you took the exam in the Renzi field, right?"

Li Xueyou was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, in Renzi Field there are Brother Ziyu and I, and Brother Shulin who I am not very familiar with. There are only three of us in Suixing Hall, but Brother Shulin is a little further away from Brother Ziyu and me..."

Xiao Hongyu waved her hands, "I know, I know. You told me this. You also said that Zhao Ziyu was sitting not far from you... Let me ask you, do you know who this number 13 is?"

Li Xueyu reacted, glanced at her, and whispered: "How can I remember it clearly? Besides, who has time to look at other people's seat numbers? I can't even remember my seat number. When filling in the form for the exam, I have to look at the exam card... Well, what was it? Was it number 9 or 9..."

"You little fool." Xiao Hongyu gently pinched the girl's slender waist.

He looked around at the other female students who were also gathered together and talking curiously.

However, Xiao Hongyu also understood. "Forget it, I won't ask you anymore. You must have seen me in the same examination room, but you probably didn't recognize me. How could you have any impression of students from other academies in your little head? You don't even seem to be familiar with all the classmates in your own academy..."

Li Xueyu was a little shy.

At the same time, behind them, Duan Jiuling held the painting of candidate No. 13 in her hands and returned to her seat. Su Changfeng, who was looking down at the papers, didn't even raise his eyelids. He just stretched out his hand and carefully straightened a stack of crooked papers on the table, making sure they were all in a row. Then he shook his head and said:

"Making a fuss is beneath the teacher's dignity. There are so many students watching us. Can't you be more restrained?"

"You wouldn't understand even if I told you." Duan Jiuling was still confused. His eyes were never idle, admiring the painting of the beauty in his hand in amazement.

Su Changfeng raised his chin and said, "I still don't understand. Aren't they just some small accidents? But no matter how good they are at writing, they are still a group of students who have just started. What kind of surprises can there be?"

As he said that, he then flipped through the first few test papers and glanced at them, "Look here, they wrote eight good poems for this exam and put them here, plus a pretty good and innovative essay. Do you think I'm surprised? It's all within expectations... and I can guess who wrote that essay. There's no surprise at all. That essay is most likely written by Senior Yu from Ruxing Hall."

Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyu, who had already returned and were sorting out the documents and test papers of the two gentlemen, first reacted by opening their eyes wide and couldn't help turning their heads to look at each other because they heard Yu Huaijin's name.

Moreover, the two girls never expected that Yu Huaijin failed to write a high-quality poem this time because she did not write poetry at all, but wrote more difficult and high-end prose!

This is a literary style that one begins to learn during the scholar stage.

Su Changfeng did not pay attention to the secret surprise of Li Xueyou, the second daughter next to him. His colleague, who was marking the papers with his head down, continued with a calm tone.

"The beautiful handwriting of that essay was undoubtedly written by a female student. It is also 70% similar to Mr. Zhu's in form, and has a certain literary talent. It is easy to guess, but it is indeed well written... Hey! Apart from Yu Huaijin, there are actually other students who dare to write essays?" The 'Poetry Master' who was shaking his head let out a light exclamation halfway through his words. He pulled out a separate paper that he had accidentally turned over at this moment and examined it carefully.

"Who is this time... Li Shen... Fu? What a strange name, what does it mean..." Su Changfeng whispered in confusion and began to flip through it curiously.

At first, Su Changfeng's slight exclamation and confusion did not attract much attention from the people around him. However, soon, Su Changfeng suddenly stopped talking, and the strange silence attracted the attention of Duan Jiuling, Xiao Hongyu, Li Xueyu and others. Then the three of them were stunned, because they saw that the "Mr. Poetry" who had just been speaking with a faint expression was now staring at the test paper in his hand, his face flushed red, like a pot of red ink dyeing the entire pond red, leaving no blind spot.

Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyu both felt that Mr. Su's expression was very familiar at first, because they had just seen a similar one... the same surprised expression as Mr. Duan who had just lost his composure, except that Mr. Duan's face was darker, while Mr. Su's face was too fair, so the redness was more obvious.

Before the two girls could react, the second loud clapping sound suddenly came from the southeast corner of Jingchen Hall.

Bang---!

Zhu Yourong, Meng Zhengjun, Mr. Chen and others all turned their heads and were shocked.

Su Changfeng was seen holding the edge of the table with one hand and holding a test paper in the other. He could not suppress the look of surprise on his face as he read it.

"…its figure is as graceful as a startled wild goose, as gentle as a swimming dragon…it is like a light cloud covering the moon, and as light as snow blown by the wind…its figure is well-proportioned, its height and shortness are just right…its shoulders are as sharp as a knife, its waist is as thin as a willow…its neck is long and slender, its white skin is exposed…its lips are bright and red, its teeth are white and shiny…its eyes are bright and charming, and its face is full of power!"

After everyone heard Su Changfeng's stunned expression, they murmured, "Shh, it's such a neat parallelism... and it also has rich imagination. The most valuable thing is that the whole article is gorgeous but not impetuous, and it is full of fresh air. It's really refreshing to read it, refreshing!"

The arrogant and proud "young poetry teacher" who had just come to the academy to teach raised his head, without looking at the people around him. He leaned against the table, raised his head and sighed: "Is this the poetry that a student can write? Impossible... Impossible..."

Su Changfeng whispered a few words, was stunned for a while, and then seemed to react to something. He quickly turned back to the first page of this unknown test paper and quickly looked at the column of candidate information on the paper. Then he was stunned again, his face a little confused and unbelieving.

Under the extremely curious gazes of the people around him, Su Changfeng looked up in silence for a while, as if to answer, but also as if to ask a question: "Ren Zi No. 13..."

All the teachers and students looked stunned.

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