After my luck was stolen, I led my whole family to defy fate and change our destiny.

Jiang He's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"One day, when I climb high and the world stretches out before me, I will calmly observe the beauty of spring in the human world. Even if a fierce wind rises from the ground, I will ride it and traverse ten thousand miles."

Jiang He read it aloud softly.

"Hahahaha"

"What a magnificent statement! Even if a fierce wind rises from the ground, I will ride it and traverse ten thousand miles."

One word: Absolutely amazing

Jiang He was overjoyed; this was exactly the kind of magnificent poem he wanted, and it truly resonated with him.

Doesn't this poem mean that even if all the best students in the city gathered together, Tianxing Academy would still be far superior to those thousands of miles away?

This artistic conception, this boldness, it's truly audacious—no wonder he's a student of Tianxing Academy.

He wrote about the pride that students should have, and also about Jiang He's state of mind, recalling how everyone said he was mediocre in his studies back then.

In the vast capital city, a gathering place for emperors, nobles, and geniuses, his mediocre talent was completely disregarded.

He stubbornly refused to believe in fate and insisted on standing out among many geniuses, through his efforts.

The humble student they looked down upon was able to write such a masterpiece as "Ode to a Beautiful Woman," instantly elevating his status among thousands of outstanding students.

This poem reminded Jiang He of the past, and his eyes welled up slightly, until Mr. Yang called out to him.

"Vice Dean Jiang, are you alright?"

This poem certainly stirs the heart and evokes passion and heroism, but is it really that bad?

Instructor Yang's voice quickly pulled Jiang He back to reality, and he said in a deep voice.

"It's nothing. I was just touched that our academy has produced such a magnificent poem. The student who wrote this poem must have lofty aspirations, great ambitions, and boundless confidence."

Jiang He's eyes fell on the corner of the exam paper, to the section with the students' names. When he saw the names...

Jiang He was somewhat surprised and astonished. Gu Yu'an?

He remembered that Gu Yu'an's level was average, sometimes good and sometimes bad, and it was actually a bit of a stretch for him to get into Class A.

He never expected Gu Yu'an to give him such a big surprise this time. He thought that the last time he matched couplets was just a coincidence. It seems that this kid has been hiding his true abilities all along.

Jiang He returned the exam paper to the examiners and asked them to announce the results.

The instructor spoke with a smile, his voice booming like a bell.

"The rankings for this poetry contest are now being announced."

"First place, Gu Yu'an..."

"Second place, Lu Li..."

"Third place,..."

The teacher read out the names one by one in a loud voice. After he finished reading the names, the students below began to murmur among themselves.

"Why is it Gu Yu'an again?"

"He was lucky last time, I hope he won't be so lucky this time."

"But his test scores are usually just average."

"All the best students in the entire college are here, and he's won first place twice? That's impossible!"

"You didn't plagiarize, did you?"

How do you copy answers when given questions on the spot?

"It seems so, but I still don't believe it. He doesn't seem like the kind of person who could write such poetry."

Gu Yu'an remained calm and did not refute, and Gu Liyao also remained silent, carefully observing the person who was speaking ill of his brother.

Just you wait, I'll show you all. You all love getting covered in sacks, don't you?

Jiang He looked at the students' unconvinced expressions and sneered. He was incompetent and had no tolerance for others. How unlucky he was to encounter such a bad class so soon after taking office.

Jiang He picked up Gu Yu'an's exam paper and read it aloud. The sound below stopped abruptly, and a moment later, thunderous applause erupted.

"I never expected this artistic conception."

"Okay, I give up. The written version is definitely better than the unfinished one."

"That aura, that confidence, it's so arrogant!"

"It's arrogant, but it feels so good, how come?"

"Gu Yu'an usually keeps a low profile, but I never expected him to be so fierce at crucial moments!"

Wow, my older brother is amazing!

Gu Yu'an's lips curled up slightly, while Gu Liyao's hands ached from clapping. He then started talking non-stop to the person next to him.

"This poem is well-written, isn't it? Then let's talk about my brother, my eldest brother."

"Let me tell you, my older brother has been exceptionally talented since he was a child..."

"He's my older brother, not my cousin."

"..."

As he said this, he gave Lu Li a provocative look. Lu Li received Gu Liyao's gaze and unconsciously took a step back, a chill spreading from his feet to the top of his head.

Gu Liyao saw him; he saw that Gu Liyao was avoiding them.

What should I do? My cousin hasn't officially adopted me yet. Will they cause trouble?

He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes slightly red as he stared at Gu Yu'an.

Vice Dean Jiang also read his poem, but they only discussed Gu Yu'an's and not their own. Are their own poems really that bad?

Vice President Jiang also praised him on the spot, didn't he?

Does the world only remember the first place winner, while the second place winner is irrelevant?

Lu Li used to frequently visit the Gu family to discuss articles with Gu Yu'an. He had seen Gu Yu'an's articles before, and they were different from the articles he wrote at the academy.

At the academy, Gu Yu'an's articles were also good, but they were too ornate and beautifully crafted, impractical works that Lu Li never paid any attention to.

But seeing the articles in his study, each one was full of allusions and beautiful words that were not empty, which was completely different from his writing style at the academy.

He was amazed, but a fleeting, almost imperceptible pang of jealousy also crossed his mind.

He asked Gu Yu'an why this article was so well-written, as his articles at the academy were in a completely different style. If an article like this were written at the academy, it would definitely be given special attention and support.

Gu Yu'an said, "I don't care about whether I receive special attention or not, nor do I care about the teachers' opinions. As for writing, the most important thing is to please myself."

Is this the "pure stream" that the young master from a prominent family was talking about?

Fishing for fame and reputation!

What a show!

This was Lu Li's first thought, but a moment later, he was secretly pleased that he had such an idea.

This way, there will be one less person in the college competing with him for attention and reading resources.

It's important to understand that what you learn at the academy is different from what you learn after specifically seeking out a master. The masters all possess a considerable number of rare and ancient books.

As the eldest son of the Minister of the Imperial Secretariat and the heir to the title, he should have no shortage of educational resources, so let's go along with him and let him pretend.

Thinking this way, the discomfort I felt instantly vanished.

But why, why aren't you pretending today?

He clearly stated that he wouldn't participate in this competition.

Why did he have to shed his disguise right when he had been preparing for so long to dominate the battlefield?

Even without Gu Yu'an, he would be number one, and all the cheers, discussions, and applause should belong to him.

Gu Yu'an is... slapping him in the face.

Lu Li's eyes grew increasingly red, and his fingernails dug fiercely into his flesh, drawing blood, but he was completely unaware of it.

Lu Li's gaze was so intense that Gu Yu'an seemed to sense it and looked in Lu Li's direction. Lu Li immediately concealed all his emotions.

He blinked, concealing the malice in his eyes and replacing it with a faint smile.

Gu Yu'an withdrew his gaze, a slight smile playing on one corner of his lips, his eyes filled with coldness.

He thought everyone would praise his talent and that he would achieve great things.

You get robbed halfway through, and all the praise goes to someone else. That must feel terrible, right?