i have a sword fairy

Then he looked left and right at the other female students who were also talking curiously together.

But Xiao Hongyu also understood, "Forget it, I won't ask you. You must have seen the same examination room, but you probably don't know each other. How can you have any impression of the students from other schools? Even the students from your own school seem to be confused. Not familiar with all..."

Li Xueyou was a little ashamed.

At the same time behind them, Duan Jiuling couldn't put it down, holding the picture scroll of Candidate No. After carefully straightening the slightly crooked papers so that they were all neatly arranged in a row, he shook his head and said:

"To make a big fuss is detrimental to the teacher's dignity. There are so many students in the hall watching, so we can't restrain ourselves."

"I told you that you still don't understand." Duan Jiuling was still headless, his eyes were not idle for a moment, admiring the beauty picture in his hand in amazement.

Su Changfeng raised his chin, "I still don't understand, isn't it just some small accidents of existence, but no matter how well they can write the whole job, aren't they still a group of students who have just started, what kind of surprises can there be?"

As he spoke, he flipped through the previous test papers and glanced at him, "Look at me, they wrote eight entry-level poems for this big test and put them here, plus a pretty good and innovative one." Wen Fu, do you think I was surprised, it was all expected...and I can guess who that Fu is, there is no surprise at all, that Fu probably belonged to that Senior Yu from Zhixingtang."

Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyou, who had returned to the side and were lowering their heads to sort out the two gentlemen's papers and papers, opened their eyes wide at the first reaction, and couldn't help turning their heads to look at each other, because they heard Yu Huaijin's name.

And the second daughter never expected that Yu Huaijin didn't write a popular poem this time because she didn't write poems at all, but wrote more difficult and high-end poems!

This is a literary style that only began to be learned at the scholar stage.

Su Changfeng didn't care about the secret surprise of Li Xueyou's second daughter next to him, and the colleague who lowered his head while grading papers continued to speak indifferently.

"The elegant handwriting of that article was undoubtedly made by a female student, and it is similar to Mr. Zhu's seven-point shape. It also has a literary talent. It is easy to guess, but the writing is really good... Eh! Except for Yu Huaijin There are still students who dare to write prose?" The 'Mr. Poetry and Fu' who was shaking his head let out a light gasp in the middle of speaking, and he took out a paper that happened to be turned over by accident at this time, and looked at it carefully.

"Who is it this time... Lishen...Fu? It's a weird name, what is it for..." Su Changfeng whispered in doubt, and began to look through it curiously.

At the beginning, Su Changfeng's light and confused movement didn't attract much attention from the people around him because it was so small, but soon, Su Changfeng's sudden silence, followed by the strange silence, caused Duan Jiuling, Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyou and the others cast their gazes, and then the three of them were taken aback for a moment, because they saw the 'Mr. Poetry and Fu' who was still talking calmly just now, his eyes were fixed on the examination paper in his hand, his face was flushed, and he Like a pot of red ink dyed the whole pool red, leaving no dead ends.

Both Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyou immediately felt that Mr. Su's expression was very familiar, because they had seen a similar expression just now... the same surprised expression as that of Mr. Duan who lost his composure just now, except that Mr. Duan's face was darker. Mr. Su's face was too fair, and the redness became more obvious.

Before the second daughter could react, there was a second loud clapping sound at the southeast corner of Jingchen Hall today.

boom---!

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

I saw Su Changfeng holding down the edge of the table with one hand, and holding an examination paper in the other, with an uncontrollable look of surprise on his face as he read it.

"...its shape is as graceful as a frightened bird, graceful as a wandering dragon...as if the moon is covered by light clouds, as if fluttering like snow blown by the flowing wind...slender and slender, shortened and fit...shoulders are cut Complete, the waist is as promised...the neck is stretched, the body is exposed...the lips are bright, the teeth are bright...the eyes are good, and the right to support!"

After everyone heard Su Changfeng stunned, they murmured for a while: "Hiss, it's such a well-organized pairing...and also rich in imagination, and the most valuable thing is that the whole story is gorgeous but not impetuous, with a fresh tone. The breath is flowing, it is really refreshing to read, refreshing!"

This "little Mr. Poetry and Fu" who just came to teach in the school and was proud and proud raised his head, leaning against the table without looking around, and let out a long breath: "Is this a Fu that a student can make? No. Maybe...impossible..."

Su Changfeng whispered a few words, stunned for a while, and then seemed to have realized something, quickly turned back to the front page of this unknown test paper, his eyes quickly looked at the column of candidate information on the paper, and then he was stunned again , looking a little dazed and disbelieving.

Under the incomparably curious eyes of everyone around, Su Changfeng raised his head dumbly, and remained silent for a while, seeming to answer, but also to ask questions: "Number No. [-]..."

All the gentlemen and students looked stunned.

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Chapter 688 Who is it?

Ren Zi No. [-]?

Some people who were slow to respond felt familiar, while some people reacted and immediately looked at Duan Jiuling.

The latter also looked surprised, looked down at the picture of the beauty in his hand, and couldn't help muttering, it was drawing a picture of a top-notch beauty, and writing a poem about a top-notch beauty, this is simply... so erotic.

Duan Jiuling's admiration spontaneously arose, and he was willing to bow down to this student who had never masked his face.

Some gentlemen in the hall who were calm and quietly correcting their papers couldn't help but show some curiosity.

Originally, Zhu Yourong, who was only here to make soy sauce and look for opportunities in the morning, was also distracted and looked over there.

"Renzi No. [-]? It shouldn't be Xuanji. Although it sounds like Xuanji wrote a Fu on a risky basis, it seems that Brother Su's meaning is not as good as this No. [-] Renzi... Well, there are still people in the school. Is there any student who can overwhelm Xuanji's limelight..."

"Could it be that Han Wenfu? No, I heard that he wrote Luohuapin poems to gain the limelight... Renzi... Shisanhao? Why does it feel a little familiar, have you seen it somewhere..."

Just when a certain female gentleman frowned slightly and meditated, the female students who came to Jingchen Hall to assist in enrolling could not suppress the chatter, and ordered to ask each other in private.

"Okay." Meng Zhengjun stood up again in a timely manner. She looked around the audience and reminded: "First quietly correct the test papers, and we will talk about these things after correcting, Mr. Su..."

Su Changfeng raised his head, and said seriously: "Mr. Meng, I'm really not making a fuss, I don't have enough energy to cultivate."

He pointed out the window: "So far, I haven't seen a work that is more brilliant than this "Fu from God" among the popular prose and fu copied among our academy scholars, especially some of the sentences in it are too It was amazing, and raised the level of the whole article... Well, it may be that I have been in the academy for too short a time, but it is really hard for me to imagine that this is a work written by a student, or whether it was written in just two hours It was completed within the exam time... This is simply..."

The school manager 'Mr. Poetry' from another continent paused for a while before giving up thinking about adjectives, and said directly: "This reminds me of when I was studying in Ruoyu Academy, a certain person who climbed to the top to study The senior brother at the top of the seed list."

Everyone was surprised, their eyes fell on the test paper in Su Changfeng's hand, and they began to be more and more curious about this strangely named Fu. When itching, Meng Zhengjun nodded suddenly, "I understand, but we'll talk about these things later, you sit down first and finish grading the rest of the papers."

Su Changfeng sat down again and began to correct the test paper, but he kept the test paper of Ren Zi Shi No. [-], just like Duan Jiuling, by himself, and occasionally couldn't help looking through it again.

Seeing that the hall had become quiet again, Meng Zhengjun sat down silently. However, out of sight of the two female students who were helping her nearby, she took out a etiquette report form that had been filled out long ago, and glanced calmly at the top. The first name in the row is also a string of familiar words...

The gentlemen were relatively calm, and continued to revise papers after they fell silent.

After quickly finishing the work of assisting in scoring, some female students who like to gossip began to communicate in private in a low voice.

"No. [-], Renzichang? Which of your students is this?"

A female student wearing a small crown answered in a low voice: "It should not be from our Zhengyi Hall. There are few of our halls in the Renzi field. I know those few, so it shouldn't be them...Our Senior Gu is not in Renzi either. field...he wrote the first story, he should be the most powerful in our hall..."

"I'm not sure if it's from our monastery hall. Anyway, it's definitely not our senior Han. He's in the second class, and neither is Brother Qing Yi, who was ranked fourth in the whole grade in the previous big exam. He's in the same exam room as me... in front of our school... A few of them should not be them..."

The good-looking female student from the monastery hall sighed again: "Oh, I really didn't expect that someone would make a fu. Didn't the scholars and seniors just start studying? Look at Mr. Su's attitude. This time Senior Han It seems that the leader of the poetry and fu is hanging, and the poems of the Luohua category can't even get the first place."

"I'm not sure if it's our sincere school, I just remember that the senior is not in the Renzi field, and I don't know the test numbers of the others..."

Xiao Hongyu interrupted: "Mr. Su also said just now that it's not our Senior Yu. Although she also wrote Fu, there are only three of us in Renzichang, and Xueyou is also there, but I asked not her, but the other two. I also understand, maybe not... Hey, Brother Yueshu, is this an outstanding student from Guangyetang, don’t keep silent, do you know it, but you want to tease everyone in your heart?"

"Big Mouth Fish, don't talk nonsense, if I was sure, I would have said it long ago, but you, hahaha, among the other two students you didn't mention, is there one named Zhao Ziyu, who has five of the seven exams?" He was the first one to turn in the paper and run away, hahaha, Big Mouth Fish, aren’t you usually very confident in your own school, and you should also be confident, in case this Renzi Shisan is from your headstrong school.” Known as Brother Yueshu's female student laughed.

Xiao Hongyu snorted coldly and didn't answer.

The female student in the monastery suddenly asked: "Are you sure? That means Brother Yueshu, do you have a guess?" She ignored the joke behind her.

Brother Yueshu nodded: "It's a guess..."

Xiao Hongyu hurriedly asked at this time: "Is it because the one in your hall is known as the 'Crippled Horse'? It seems that his surname is Li. I heard that he is excellent in poetry, painting, and music, but he is poor in economics and justice." Yes, pulled back?"

"Yes, this is Brother Li. He's quite handsome, and if it weren't for the imbalance, he would probably be in the top ten of the grade, especially in poetry and prose. He's amazing. Mr. Su used to praise him in class. But this time he didn't write any good poems. At first, everyone thought he made a mistake, but they didn't expect it... But logically speaking, Mr. Su should know his handwriting..." Brother Yue Shu said halfway, Still a little confused, I turned around and asked other female students:

"Hey, what about Chongzhitang, tell me..."

The girls discussed for a while, but it was a pity that none of them knew this No. In the school, but the general range of Renzi No. [-] is located, the girls still relatively reached an agreement:

It is least likely that Renzitang comes from the top three of the last exam, namely, Zhixingtang, Xiudaotang, and Zhengyitang; Guangyetang, which has a lot of serious "partial players", is the most.

The reason why it is just a probability, not absolute, is because the smarter female students, such as Xiao Hongyu, only collected the examination room numbers of the seniors of their own school and the top few Fengyun students who were stable in each major examination before coming to Jingchen Hall, but No one can memorize the examination room numbers of all the students in their school in advance...

So they talked for a while without any results, and with Meng Xuezheng's eyes sweeping over them, they went off to their own business again.

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Chapter 689 How many full marks?

Hearing the hot discussion of the students about this No. [-] Renzi just now, Li Xueyou, who always likes to be a little transparent when there are many people, can't help but take the initiative to recall the situation of the No. [-] No. Renzi examination room.

It's a pity that after recalling for a long time, she gave up. She was a little face blind and couldn't remember people at all.

After taking the exam for three days, Li Xueyou only remembered the appearance of brother Ziyu, brother Shulin, and an annoying examinee in the next seat who often peeked at her test papers.

This powerful No. [-] Renzi should have been swept away by her and ignored, but at that time, how could she have imagined that there was a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon here, and it was still so powerful that it could alarm the two masters of arts... Li Xueyou predicted that when the news about the revision of the paper spreads and the truth comes out, Red Fish will drag her to another school, where she will gather around this No. [-] Renzi with curious students .

After all, after all, they are still young people, and they are governed by Confucianism who puts the emphasis on their studies. The young girls are still Mu Qiang, the students with high grades, and they are favored by the gentlemen. They are classmates in the academy wherever they go. The focus, every move is watched by them...

The sporadic discussions in Jingchen Hall stopped for a while, the sun outside the window gradually climbed up to three poles, and the rewriting was coming to an end. When the turmoil of Renzi No. [-] gradually subsided, several art students came to Jing Dust Hall.

"This is the corrected music art exam paper."

The blind Mr. Si walked in with the support of the book boy, and put the Leyi examination paper on Meng Zhengjun's case...

"Mr. Si can send a book boy to see you off, there is no need to make an extra trip." At the door, Meng Zhengjun stood up and went to help Si Wuxie.

The blind musician smiled and waved his hands, and said warmly: "It's okay, I've been sitting for too long, it's good for me to get up and go for a walk, and I will go to the Lingjing Pavilion outside the city with a few friends later, so I won't stay with you today. Everyone, forgive me."

"It's nothing. Just leave the test papers for the students to register their scores. Mr. Si doesn't have to worry about it." Meng Zhengjun shook his head, got up and sent Si Wuxie outside the door.

Walking to the door, the musician who was respected by the gentlemen suddenly stopped and turned around, "That's right."

He raised his finger to the music art test paper on the table. The familiar prelude gave everyone a premonition, and he suddenly mentioned it in his heart, and a certain examinee number appeared in his mind. Could it be...

"I gave full marks to one paper, and I couldn't help it. I heard Mr. Meng told me to be cautious when giving full marks. It shouldn't matter..." Mr. Si asked softly.

Meng Zhengjun shook his head, "It's nothing, I believe Mr. Si has his own discretion."

Mr. Si laughed and said, "That's good. In fact, this is the only paper with a perfect score. I really like it."

The female student named Brother Yueshu couldn't help interjecting: "Mr. Si, what is the exam room number for this perfect paper?" The tone was expectant.

In fact, on behalf of Duan Jiuling, Su Changfeng, Xiao Hongyu and other teachers and students, she also expressed their expectations at this time.

Si Wuxie, who was interrupted, was not annoyed. She turned her head and gave the answer with a smile: "Geng Zichang. If I guessed right, it should be the fingering and rhythm habits of the fish senior in the willful hall. It’s Yiqi Juechen, you guys have to work hard.”

After finishing speaking, the blind musician waited for a while, but he didn't wait for everyone to make a sound. It was a little strange, but he didn't blame him. He said politely, turned and left.

After he left, everyone in the school came to their senses. Several female students laughed and shook their heads, laughing at themselves for being too childish. How could it be such a coincidence? Full marks, if there is one more music art, it would be a bit scary.

You must know that Yu Huaijin, who has been ranked No. [-] in the entire school in the past, had the best score in three arts, and the other four arts were close to full marks. Gentlemen are strict in correcting papers. It is really difficult to get full marks in hell. In addition to absolute strength, a little luck is also required, such as meeting the taste of Mr. Changan.

Meng Zhengjun glanced at the relaxed crowd, didn't say much, walked back to the table, and directed several female students, including Xiao Hongyuyu and Li Xueyou, to start registering music art scores.

"Let me just say, Huai Jin is at the dominant level in music arts. How can anyone in the academy know that? How could that Ren Zi No. [-] be so scary that he could get a perfect score in three subjects, equal to Huai Jin at his peak... "Xiao Hongyu said with a smile to several female students from other schools while sorting out the test papers.Just now, she has been aggrieved for so long, and now she has finally regained some face for her willful family.

Li Xueyou and the other women were just about to respond when a handsome middle-aged Confucian scholar suddenly appeared in the lobby, with silver hair and a black Confucian crown. I don't know how he appeared at the door without making a sound. There was no footsteps, and when someone in the hall reacted, the handsome silver-haired Confucian scholar had strode to the desks of Li Xueyou and other female students.

"It's over, Xueyou, help me get a score. I have something to do, so I have to go." He casually threw the chess test paper on the table, and pointed at Li Xueyou alone, without looking at the others.

"Oh yes, Uncle Qi...Mr. Qi." Li Xueyou was taken aback for a moment, and quickly grabbed the stack of neatly corrected test papers.

Mr. Qi, who took time out of his busy schedule, asked directly: "Are you a Ren Zihao examination room?"

Li Xueyou nodded, "Yes, sir, how did you know?"

There were so many people in the lobby, so Mr. Qi didn't knock on the stupid girl's head, but tapped his Confucian crown with his index finger: "There are more than three hundred chess rolls, only two full score rolls, and they are all in the Renzi field. It is Ren Zi No. [-], and Ren Zi No. [-]."

Li Xueyou said in a low voice, "I am Ren Zi Qi."

Mr. Qi nodded: "Then Renzishisanhao is very good. You are not the champion this time, and they don't have the advantage of being close to the water like you. Well, Renzishisanhao... we will get to know each other next time in class."

After the silver-haired gentleman finished speaking, he turned his head and bowed his hands to his colleagues, and then left, Lei Feng Li Xing.

However, he walked quickly, leaving behind a silent lobby.

The crowd was silent.

It was another perfect score.

Xiao Hongyu murmured softly, "Renzi Shisan...three perfect marks." The other female students also looked at her in surprise.

Many gentlemen looked at each other and smiled, feeling more and more surprised and interesting, and curious about the identity of No. [-] Ren Zi Shi.

However, contrary to the others, Zhu Yourong has already lost interest, and just listened to other people's heated discussions, did not participate, and was only slightly depressed.

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Chapter 6: Zhu Yourong: It's rare that you have such filial piety

Zhu Yourong was actually not curious about who this No. [-] Renzi was.

She didn't care how many perfect marks he got.

At most, it is polite to laugh along with the other gentlemen, and sigh that the young man is awesome.

From last night to now, this big-breasted female gentleman only thinks about a certain "junior brother" in her heart.

Thinking of the other gentlemen finishing the papers quickly, she could find some opportunities to go over and have a chat, and recommend her 'little junior'.

However, from Jingchentang to now, I have always heard "Renzi Shishi Sanhao" and "Renzishi Sanhao" in my ears, and the little girls next to her who helped her sort out the files are almost becoming fans. My ears felt a little callused.

In other words, can this guy get out of the limelight quickly? It's all turned into a series. It's true. Her junior brother is still in a hurry...

As if staring out of the window for too long, the black hair on the sideburns fell down, covering half of the lady's jade face.

Holding a cup of clear tea, she took a sip of it, lightly brushing her black hair behind her ears with her little finger, revealing a dignified and quiet round face.

It's just that when a woman is free, she will inevitably think too much, especially her delicate thoughts are always unconsciously surrounding the person in her heart.

"It seems that they are all from the Ren Zihao examination room... Well, you say, why don't you take the big exam so seriously? Now it's all right, the limelight has been let others out, and you have to suppress the mystery... If you say you put your mind on it... You put all your energy on women, but you don't know much about women, don't you still annoy me all day long..."