My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

Everyone looked back.

Everyone was shocked. He really came!

Song Zigui said that he also got top grade in the first test... This son-in-law is no ordinary person!

After witnessing Bai Shaoqiu beating someone up, these students no longer dared to call him a waste even in their hearts.

But in the end it is hard to accept——

Why is it so difficult to get an A-level degree after studying hard for ten years?

How come he suddenly showed such amazing talent after ten years of being in a muddle?

But even Song Zigui thought that Bai Shaoqiu deserved the top spot in the first test... He was the most talented man in Xiling City!

He was so impressed, didn't it mean that Bai Shaoqiu really had the potential to win the championship?

If Bai Shaoqiu really wins the championship, wouldn’t all the money lost on his bets be wasted?

We can't let him win no matter what!

This is the decision that these students just discussed together!

Here are the top three people in Xiling City!

The judge here is Song Zigui’s father, Master Song!

Mr. Song now knew that his son had borrowed 10,000 taels of silver as a stake for the literary gathering and his bet with Bai Shaoqiu...

Master Song was very angry.

But after all, he couldn't resist such a huge sum of money!

If Song Zigui loses, Master Song cannot afford the compensation even if he teaches for his entire life!

and so……

Bai Shaoqiu must stop here!

"Everyone, go and try the second one."

Song Zigui turned his head and glanced at Bai Shaoqiu again, his small eyes on his fat face narrowed slightly:

"I admit he's extremely talented at writing couplets, but as for poetry... he still hasn't produced a single line of poetry that's circulated in Xiling City."

"So don't worry, the competition is fair, and my father is especially impartial. Just do your own thing, and those who can pass the Shuxiang Gate will wait for me up ahead!"

"Brother Zhuo, please go first!"

Zhuo and his entourage bowed and walked through the Shuxiang Gate.

Qi Shaotong pondered for three breaths, then came to the desk next to him, picked up his pen, and wrote an exquisite poem on the paper.

He also looked back at Bai Shaoqiu and was slightly stunned.

Bai Shaoqiu and the fourth young master of the palace were standing in the green plum forest, and he seemed not to have even glanced at this place.

He reached out and picked a green plum and handed it to Dongfang Meng:

“This stuff is delicious!”

Dongfang Meng curled his lips, and the loud voice came over immediately:

"Brother-in-law, do you think I'm stupid?"

Bai Shaoqiu: "...Have you eaten it?"

"I've eaten it before. It's sour."

"...Does the palace have this thing?"

"No, my sister brought it back for me to eat. She likes it very much, but I don't like it. It makes me drool even more."

Bai Shaoqiu laughed.

This brother-in-law's IQ is higher than I thought.

He picked a few large ones and stuffed them into his sleeve pocket, and this action caught the attention of Dongfang Meng.

"You like this, too?"

"Not really."

"You're going to take it back for my sister to eat?"

"...Your sister probably won't eat the ones I picked, so I'll take them back and try to make greengage plum wine."

"Green plum wine? Is it delicious?"

“Delicious…sweet!”

"Oh, it's sweet and I like it. I'll pick some more!"

"Okay, you pick the fruit and I'll answer the questions."

"it is good!"

Dongfang Meng slammed his iron rod into the ground and started picking green plums.

Bai Shaoqiu took a step forward and walked towards Shuxiang Gate.

At this moment, Master Song was announcing loudly:

"Qi Shaotong of Changxing Academy, second test...A...A!"

"Song Zigui of Shangling Academy, second test...A-A!"

"Please, two students, pass through the scholarly gate!"

Two armors!

The remaining dozen or so students suddenly became excited again. They didn't even glance at Bai Shaoqiu who was approaching.

He is about to be eliminated here!

Their goal is to pass through Shuxiang Gate and move on. If they can enter Lanting, they will be able to compete with these talented students.

Song Zigui walked through the Shuxiang Gate, took a step forward, and finally couldn't help but look back at Bai Shaoqiu.

I still feel uneasy:

"Mr. Bai, do you want me to wait for you to come with me?"

Bai Shaoqiu came to the question board, turned his head and looked at Song Zigui with a faint smile: "You stupid bird, you should fly first!"

When Song Zigui heard this, he felt unwell again.

I was just being modest, and you took it seriously?

"Better a dumb bird than a bird that can't fly!"

"I'd like to see how a bird without wings can fly through this scholarly gate!"

The dozen or so students now all looked at Bai Shaoqiu, each with a mocking smile on their face.

Not very obvious.

Because I’m afraid of being beaten!

There is a Dongfang Meng picking fruits not far away!

That guy is extremely strong, and if you throw a fruit at him, he will probably be knocked unconscious!

They are in no hurry to answer the questions.

Anyway, there are still many students passing Zhuxi behind, and there are only three people in front.

They wanted to witness with their own eyes that Bai Shaoqiu was unable to solve the problem and couldn't put pen to paper!

You cannot humiliate him in person, but this will become the best topic of conversation in the future.

Well, it’s worth two kilograms of wine!

Bai Shaoqiu looked at the question board and grinned -

Second try:

Write a poem or lyrics about late spring.

This is a simple essay with only two rules: Late Spring!

Poetry or lyrics!

Judging from the poetry collections I have read in the library, there are too many poems related to spring, and quite a few of them are about late spring.

Spring comes to Xiling City later than other places in Xingguo. It is late spring now, which is quite appropriate.

Such poems are common.

It is precisely because our predecessors have written so much about it.

To write something different on a question like this really requires a test of students' basic skills.

But it couldn't test Bai Shaoqiu.

He walked towards the desk.

I thought that Song Zigui and Qi Shaotong both got A in the second test... Song Zigui got two A's. Apart from being a little ugly and conceited, this guy does have some real talent and knowledge.

As for myself, I must get an A!

He stood beside the desk and looked at Master Song who was looking at him.

do not know.

Master Song was in charge of the library, but Bai Shaoqiu entered through Zhang Wenqian and had not seen him during those three days.

The teacher was about forty years old and a bit fat.

Fat people usually give people a kind feeling, but the way this teacher looked at him was a bit... disdainful!

This is normal.

Without thinking too much, Bai Shaoqiu took out a charcoal pencil from his pocket.

This time the teacher did not stop him. It seemed that the news of him beating up Master Chen at Zhuxi Bridge had reached the teacher's ears.

Or maybe this teacher didn't care what tools he used to write.

The dozen or so students, including Song Zigui who was standing behind Shuxiang Gate, all looked at Bai Shaoqiu at this time.

Wait for him to put pen to paper.

Wait for him... to fail the exam!

Bai Shaoqiu pondered for three breaths, then put pen to paper in front of everyone:

Garden Full of Fragrance, Spring Water Melting

"The spring water is melting, the spring mountains are vast and desolate, and light smoke covers the sky.

The railings of the dangerous building, facing the east.

There are flying flowers and falling catkins, dark fragrant grass, and clumps of green.

I sit idle and leisurely, and all the human affairs of the past hundred years are all in the painted boat.

My hometown, are you okay?

A stream of green bamboos, two paths of ancient pines.

......"

He straightened up!

Put away the pen!

Song Zigui's gaze was still on his back!

I was actually a little nervous.

This guy...what kind of late spring poem did he write?

How can Dad stop him here with good reason?