The female anchor turned into the dean of an ancient academy

The door of the academy's main hall slowly opened, and a sense of awe-inspiring righteousness rushed towards her, causing Cen Jiexiao's heart to beat faster involuntarily.

Lord Han, the prefect of Linkang Prefecture, walked into the hall with steady steps. He was wearing official uniform and a jade belt around his waist. He looked majestic and steady. Every step he took was like a heavy drumbeat, foreshadowing the upcoming grand event.

Following closely behind were General Zhou of the Linkang Anti-Japanese Camp and Xie Feinan, the first principal of the academy.

General Zhou, in his military uniform, looked imposing and commanding, his gaze piercing, his aura of fearlessness and bravery radiating from him. Elder Xie, though old, was in good spirits. His face was marked by the marks of time, but the gleam of wisdom in his eyes could not be concealed.

The appearance of the three of them was like a ripple that quietly stirred up the crowd. The crowd was whispering and excited, but soon, it quickly fell silent again. It seemed as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the start of this grand event.

"After years of sharpening our swords, today we are ready to test them. Three candidates, are you all ready?" Lord Han announced loudly. His voice was loud and powerful, penetrating the entire hall and reaching everyone's ears.

His sharp gaze was like a crystal-clear snake, moving over the three candidates, as if he wanted to see through their hearts and understand their strengths.

"Ready!" The three candidates answered in unison, their voices full of confidence and fighting spirit. They all longed to stand out in this competition and win the ultimate victory.

Everyone on and off the stage looked intently at the three candidates.

The three people are Li Chongguang, the dean of Zhaoyin Academy, Chen Zigui, a teacher of Zhaoyin Academy, and Cen Jiexiao, the daughter of the former principal of Zhaoyin Academy.

Li Chongguang, the dean of Zhaoyin Academy, was dressed in a Confucian robe and had a calm gaze. There was always an unfathomable smile on his face, and he seemed to be confident about this competition.

Chen Zigui, a teacher at Zhaoyin Academy, was dressed in a blue shirt and looked elegant and dignified. He always thought about problems attentively, giving people the impression that he was a rigorous and hardworking person.

As the daughter of the former principal of Zhaoyin Academy, Cen Jiexiao was dressed in a simple and elegant dress, with a beautiful face and graceful temperament. However, her heart was filled with anxiety. She knew that this competition would determine her future destiny, and she had to do her best to win the final victory.

"Okay, first of all, let's start the competition of literary talent. The three candidates, please enter the designated answering area on the main stage." After Lord Han finished the announcement, a servant came out with a wooden tray filled with scrolls. These scrolls had different topics written on them. Each topic contained profound cultural heritage and ideological connotations, and also tested the literary attainments and ideological depth of the three candidates.

Sister Cen Xiao slowly approached the wooden tray, her heart pounding with nervousness. She knew this draw would not only be a test of her talent, but also the first step in determining her future. She stretched out her slender white fingers and randomly pulled out a scroll. Her hand trembled slightly, and her heart was filled with trepidation. She worried that the question she'd drawn would be difficult, that she wouldn't be able to complete the challenge.

Sister Cen Xiao looked at Li Chongguang who was looking very proud next to her, and then looked at Chen Zigui who was concentrating on answering questions on the other side.

Li Chongguang's face was filled with a confident smile, as if he had already seen the scene of his final victory.

Chen Zigui, on the other hand, had a look of concentration on his face. His eyes were focused only on the scroll in front of him. He seemed to have been immersed in the world of poetry, forgetting everything around him.

A sense of pressure surged in her mind. She was worried that she could not match them and that she would lose this important game.

Then, Cen Jiexiao gently opened the scroll, and her eyes swept over the words on it. A look of surprise suddenly appeared on her face.

"Miss you!" Two big words were written on the scroll, and a feeling of joy surged in Cen Jiexiao's heart.

Cen Jiexiao thought to herself, this topic was not unfamiliar to a top student like her, but she was considering how to express her true inner voice from her unique perspective. She pondered what kind of poetry could truly move and shock people.

After a brief pause, the pen tip, like a dragon, leaped across the paper. Cen Jiexiao was determined to use her modern knowledge to convey a voice unprecedented in this era. She understood that poetry, when imbued with power and inspiration, would be etched in the hearts of those who read and hear it, never to be forgotten.

The poems on the scroll are getting longer and longer, which means that time is getting closer to the end.

At this moment, the bell beside Li Chongguang suddenly rang, which meant that he had finished answering the questions and was waiting for the paper to be collected and reviewed.

On the other side, Brother Chen was still writing quickly on the paper, throwing himself into the world of poetry with all his heart.

The sandalwood on the table burned less and less.

At this critical moment, Sister Cen finally finished her answer and stamped it with her own seal.

"Ding-ling-ling..." Two bells rang almost at the same time, and Cen Jiexiao and Chen Zigui couldn't help but smile at each other.

The servant took the test papers from the three people and handed them to the three judges respectively.

Lord Han, General Zhou, and Elder Xie sometimes discussed privately, sometimes focused on reviewing, and sometimes pondered something alone. They carefully examined each scroll, hoping to find the best works and the most outstanding talents among these poems.

After a moment, Lord Han spoke. "We have carefully read the three of you, and each one is truly excellent. You are all learned scholars, and you should know how to use the subject to compose poetry, use poetry to explain the meaning, and use the meaning to build thought. So, starting with the order in which the papers are submitted, each candidate will recite their work to everyone present, explaining the meaning and thought behind the poem."