Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Three hours passed quickly. At the signal of two bronze bells, all candidates stopped writing, and the examiners collected the papers.

After the exam papers were collected, the candidates could not leave the examination room. The examiners had to seal each of the collected papers with a seal. This process was called sealing the papers. Then the papers were packed into boxes, loaded onto horse-drawn carriages, and taken away to the examiners who were reviewing the questions.

The sealing process is carried out by a specially designated examiner to ensure that the candidates' names are completely sealed, and that each paper is sealed in almost the same position, simply covering the names.

After the papers are sealed, the examiners will check them again to ensure there are no special marks, in order to prevent candidates from signaling to the examiners and colluding to cheat.

The process of collecting, sealing, and transporting the scrolls takes half an hour to complete.

Clang...

The long, resonant sound of the bronze bell echoed in the air, and the examiners in each passage shouted.

"After the exam, candidates may leave the examination room, but are not allowed to leave either end of the passageway or communicate with candidates in other passageways. The exam will start promptly at 2:00 PM."

Zheng Qian stood up, exchanged a glance with Mo Li, and the two smiled knowingly before standing up to talk.

Fan Tielan suddenly pulled back the curtain and laughed loudly, "Haha, sleeping during the exam? If you're not last, who is?"

Zheng Qian smiled mysteriously. He wrote famous quotes and poems that have been passed down through the ages. How could his score be low?

“I slept during the exam, and I still got a higher score than you.”

"Tch." Fan Tielan said disdainfully, "Although poetry and prose are not my strong points, my score will definitely be higher than yours. If it is lower, I'll wash your clothes for a month."

Zheng Qian's eyes suddenly lit up. This girl had messy hair and was clearly racking her brains for poetry. She was definitely going to wash the clothes.

"It's a deal. If I lose, I'll be your follower for a month, the kind who's available whenever you call."

Fan Tielan laughed heartily, jumped up and punched Zheng Qian in the chest.

"No problem, you're going to lose anyway. Whoever cheats is a dog."

Fan Tiexue's face was grim. Regardless of whether Zheng Qian won or lost, the two of them would be inseparable for a month. Wouldn't that spark a romance?

On second thought, Zheng Qian must be a good person to have been chosen by the dean. After all, the dean has been in Guangxi for ten years and has not chosen anyone, including him.

Fine, as long as she doesn't do anything outrageous, let her be.

Mo Li stood up, tugged at her skirt, and said with a smile, "Zheng Qian, you're doomed. Everyone could hear you snoring while you were sleeping during the exam."

Tian Jie and Li Mubai also came over, and Li Mubai said with a smile.

"Zheng Qian is doomed to lose."

Tian Jie helped Fan Tielan fix her hair and smiled, "Tielan's poetry is her weakest subject, but out of more than a thousand fifth-grade students in the academy, she ranked thirty-second in the last monthly exam. Zheng Qian, you're doomed."

What? Chicken coop hair is ranked thirty-second?

Fan Tielan proudly raised her head, looking up at the sky.

Even my weakest subject is still ranked high in the whole grade. Out of more than 8,000 candidates, I'm at least in the top 200. Pretty impressive, right?

Zheng Qian exaggeratedly grabbed his hair: "So good, I'm doomed to lose."

"Haha, a month's worth of service, let's start now!" Fan Tielan laughed triumphantly; she was certain of victory.

"No." Zheng Qian waved his hand: "When the results come out, I'll be available anytime within a month if I lose, but you're not allowed to cheat if you lose."

Fan Tielan immediately retorted, "You think I'd lose to a loser like you who sleeps during exams? You're kidding me! If I really lose, I'll wash your clothes, pants, and shoes, not just yours."

Zheng Qian was very happy. Now, not only his clothes, but also his pants and shoes were outsourced. It would be even better if he could have a warm bed too.

Looking at Mo Li, should he take the gamble with her?

Just then, a loud voice rang out.

"Hey bro, are you taking the exam in this passage too?"

Zheng Qian looked in the direction of the sound, and his face instantly turned ashen.

The person who came was the very same examinee who had revealed his private information and exclaimed, "What a huge bean sprout!"

He ran over to Zheng Qian and laughed, "Haha, we're really destined to meet! Tomorrow night when we go out, I'll take you to deal with Xiao Cui."

Mo Li and the other two covered their mouths and chuckled. This big brother's name sounds nice.

Fan Tielan even secretly glanced at him and nodded in satisfaction.

Yes, it is indeed very large.

Zheng Qian said coldly, "I'm not going."

"Dong Hao, watch your words. This is Guangxiang Kingdom, not your Crescent Moon Kingdom." Fan Tiexue said coldly, showing no respect for Douyacai.

Dong Hao, equally cold-faced, shouted, "Fan Tiexue, I let you off the hook last time. Otherwise, how could your three thousand men possibly defeat my ten thousand?"

This person was none other than Dong Hao, the Crown Prince of the Crescent Moon Kingdom, who enabled Fan Tiexue to lead three thousand men to victory against ten thousand enemy troops and earned Fan Tiexue the title of "Little War God" in the army.

Mo Li smiled slightly and said, "It's fate that we met. It's lunchtime, how about we all have lunch together?"

Dong Hao's eyes lit up. Mo Li was beautiful and generous, Fan Tielan was mischievous and cute, and Tian Jie was a cool beauty. He couldn't ask for anything more.

With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen candidates gathered around him.

"Let's put out the delicious food and share it with our friends from Guangxiang."

Fan Tiexue's face was icy, but since Teacher Mo Li had spoken, he had no choice but to sit down and have dinner with Dong Hao.

They were enemies on the battlefield, fighting fiercely, with both sides suffering casualties.

The two sat down to eat together, and he felt guilty, as if he had failed his brothers who had died in battle.

He is better suited to be a soldier than a politician.

Dong Hao's people carried out their exam tables, pieced them together, laid out tablecloths, and served a continuous stream of delicious food.

Mo Li and the others were not to be outdone, and they also brought out exquisite food and sat down at the table with Dong Hao.

Zheng Qian finally took out the lunchbox he had bought temporarily and took out the twelve pancakes inside.

"Take it easy, all of you. There are still two days left. My food is being shared all at once. If it runs out, I'll have to rely on you to feed me."

The Hall of Mental Cultivation was where examination papers were created, copied, and reviewed.

Mo Yuan sat on the grand master's chair, with three hundred question setters in front of him, who were now divided into thirty groups and seated in thirty rows.

There were 30 groups, each group reviewed one question, and there were more than 8,000 candidates, so each person had to grade an average of 278 papers.

The results will be released the day after the exams. The scores for all six subjects are ranked individually, and the total score is also calculated to make the final list. The pressure is immense.

Da da da……

The sound of horses' hooves rang out, and boxes of exam papers were carried in, divided into thirty groups, filling the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Then the soldiers carrying the exam papers withdrew, and the gate slammed shut behind them.

From the moment the exam papers entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation, there was no eye contact between the examiners and the soldiers. They all looked straight ahead, avoiding any suspicion, and did not glance at each other.

They are all renowned scholars from their respective countries and would never do anything that would violate their integrity or damage their reputation.

Therefore, the written test scores are absolutely fair and just.

Mo Yuan stood up and said loudly, "Scholars, according to the tasks assigned before, each group will review one question. The group that finishes first will tally the scores. Thank you all for your hard work."

The three hundred people immediately sprang into action, opening boxes and carrying out stacks of exam papers, then buried themselves in their work grading them furiously.

Mo Yuan's eyes held anticipation. What kind of amazing poem would appear in the final question?