Chapter 45 The Little Devil Meets a Strong Opponent

Zong Jincheng was dissatisfied and corrected him: "It's to expose him. Expose him for lying! Who wants to see his style? What's there to see in lying?"

Xu Wan chuckled and rolled her eyes at him.

Zong Jincheng raised his fist, unwilling to be outdone.

The dean was not bothered and smiled as he asked someone to call Qin Ye. Qin Ye was the treasure of their academy and the number one seed who would surely advance to the top class in the future. Of course he could handle it!

The little devil was waiting for someone in the yard. He couldn't sit still as if his butt was stuck with nails. He stood up and walked around, then kicked the stone bench, shaking Xu Wan so much that she wanted to close her eyes.

She held her forehead and complained, "I see you have a lot of energy. It would be a good idea for you to go to the martial arts academy to expend some energy. The old marquis and the old lady are the same. Going to the martial arts academy does not mean you will definitely become a military commander in the future. With the way you fish for three days and dry your nets for two days, you will be rejected by the barracks if you become a soldier."

Zong Jincheng could not stand provocation.

He jumped up on the spot and shouted at her, "Who wants to go to the martial arts academy? I'm rolling around in the mud every day, sweating all over. I'm so dirty. I don't want to practice martial arts!"

Xu Wan nodded perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, I won't do anything that's tiring, dirty, requires persistence, or is boring. Anyway, you just don't want to do anything, young master."

Zong Jincheng wanted to say yes, but considering her sarcastic words, it seemed like he had admitted defeat no matter how he responded.

He snorted and continued to move towards the door.

"Why haven't you come yet?" The little devil's patience was gradually running out.

Zong Wenxiu, on the other hand, was studying Qin Ye's test paper, reading it from the beginning to the end. This man was two years younger than himself, but his handwriting was very neat, and his translation was word for word, exactly the same as the translation his wife had compiled for his brother.

Turning to the back of the test paper, Qin Ye not only had a deep understanding of Meng Qiu, but also used various quotations from classics to reinforce his arguments. Zong Wenxiu had just memorized Meng Qiu last month, and Qin Ye was obviously much better than him.

In contrast to Zong Jincheng's impatience, Zong Wenxiu's back began to turn cold. It was the first time that he deeply felt how big the gap in knowledge was between himself and others.

After a long time, the dean finally came back.

Following behind was a cold-faced young boy. He had no ornaments on his body, only a dark blue robe with a solid-colored belt around his waist, simple and neat.

Qin Ye raised his head, his eyes were extremely cold.

The dean smiled and said, "Mrs. Zong, you've been waiting for a long time. Qin Ye was in class just now and was willing to come out only after the teacher finished speaking. You see, this child is Qin Ye, and he answered the test paper himself."

Zong Jincheng stared at him and sized him up. He was about the same height as him, but his personality was completely opposite. He was so cold that he could freeze everyone around him to death.

There was no annoyance in his eyes, only impatience.

Zong Jincheng understood what he had read, and immediately responded in an even more impatient tone: "Then write it, I want to see if this is his handwriting!"

The little devil spoke in a bad tone, like questioning and suspicion, which would make anyone who heard it get angry for no reason.

The dean was also afraid that Qin Ye would suddenly turn hostile and argue with him.

Because although this kid is very good at studying, he has a very strange temper, which is completely opposite to his smooth-talking father.

But Qin Ye didn't even ask, but walked straight to the table, picked up the pen and started writing. The young boy wrote very quickly, and even the diligent and hardworking Zong Wenxiu felt inferior to him.

In just a moment, two lines of words had been written.

Qin Ye stood up and said to the dean, "Can I leave now? I haven't finished the homework that the teacher has assigned me."

The dean's mouth twitched. The homework assigned by the teacher was to be done on the day off. This kid hasn't even finished his class today, but he's rushing to finish it. It's really urgent.

He picked up the paper and saw the familiar handwriting, and said with satisfaction: "Okay, you can go back."

Zong Jincheng heard this and said quickly: "Why are you in such a hurry to leave? We haven't even seen it yet!"

He took the rice paper from the dean and saw that the handwriting on it was indeed the same as that on the test paper, as neat as if it had been printed.

Zong Jincheng saw it with his own eyes, but still found it unbelievable.

He checked the paper over and over again, and not only did he not find any signs of cheating, he also discovered that the person had extremely good control over the strength of his pen, and there wasn't even a trace of ink stain on the back of the rice paper.

It's so perfect that there is no loophole to be found.

Zong Jincheng turned to look at him and said unconsciously, "How could you possibly take my first place?"

Qin Ye raised his eyelids coldly and said to him firmly: "Because..."

"The first place is mine, and no one can take it away."

The young boy was not actually very aggressive, but the firm confidence in his eyes firmly hurt the little devil's fragile heart.

Zong Jincheng couldn't help but raise his voice several degrees: "What did you say?"

Qin Ye didn't say it a second time. He never liked wasting time on meaningless arguments, so he turned around and left.

Zong Jincheng walked around to him and threatened, "Say it again."

Qin Ye wanted to bypass him.

But no matter how he tried, the little devil just wouldn't let him go.

Qin Ye's eyes turned colder.

He said coldly: "No matter how many times I say it, it's still the same. You can't beat me in a test."

After saying that, he pushed the little devil aside and strode out the door.

Zong Jincheng was pushed and staggered, almost falling to the ground.

He probably has never met anyone more arrogant than himself in his life. The other person is so arrogant that he doesn't even take him seriously.

Qin Ye even...

Didn't even ask his name!

Zong Jincheng is about to explode!

"Insult! It's an insult!"

He jumped up and down in anger, shaking Zong Wenxiu and yelling, "This kid is too arrogant! He doesn't even take me seriously! What do you mean by the first place that can't be taken away? Who told him that the first place is his? The first place is mine! It's mine! Who gave him such confidence!!!"

Xu Wan had also asked the little devil this question before, but the answer she got was that he was just blindly confident and had no facts to back it up.

But Qin Ye is different, his confidence comes from his strength.

A child who has never lacked money or love since childhood and always gets first place in every exam, his self-confidence is so strong that no one can match it.

Xu Wan just stood aside and watched the little devil go crazy, with no intention of comforting him at all.

On the contrary, Zong Wenxiu kept persuading him: "You just studied for a shorter time and started later than him. If you studied for the same amount of time as him, you would definitely be able to pass his exam easily!"

Zong Jincheng's eyes lit up when he heard this: "That's right, I only studied for two months and I got second place. If I study for another month, he won't have any chance at all!"

Xu Wan couldn't help but sneer.

Zong Jincheng's fragile heart was once again hurt by this laughter. He roared, "What are you laughing at again!!!"