Although Jiang Shaorong was indeed famous in the capital for his exceptional literary talent, he had an indelible stain on his record: he failed the imperial examination in his first year.

This matter was common knowledge in his previous life, and it even affected his reputation for talent.

But the current situation seems quite different from that of the previous life.

She turned slightly to the side and asked, "Do you know if Jiang Shaorong has any blemishes on his record?"

The person next to Xiao Ran was not He Wan, after all, she was just a study companion and could only sit at the back with the male students.

But this time, the line was a coincidence. She happened to be on the far left of Dingtang, while Chen Zijin was on the far right of Bingtang. They ended up sitting together. Later, she asked and found out that Chen Zijin was a student of Bingtang and was wearing a dark green academic uniform.

Chen Zijin gently shook her head, a hint of doubt in her eyes, and asked softly, "I have never heard of him having any blemishes... In what aspect are you referring to, Sister Xiao?"

Xiao Ran: "In what year did he enter the imperial examination?"

Chen Zijin lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment before saying, "It seems to be the thirty-fifth year of Jinghua. I still remember when Jiang Shaorong entered the imperial examination, it was quite a big deal in the city. Even my father sent him gifts."

Jinghua Thirty-Five Years... No, that's not right!

If her memory serves her correctly, Jiang Shaorong first took the imperial examination in the thirty-fifth year of Jinghua, and it was in that same year that he acquired that stain on his reputation...

However, according to Chen Zijin, this did not seem to be the case.

Could it be that her memory is faulty?

After the dean finished speaking, a group of talented young people stepped forward one by one. Some were full of vigor, others were passionate and eloquent, and their words echoed in the air. However, Xiao Ran seemed detached from the situation, still somewhat lost in thought.

Until she heard Pei Yunyan say, "I owe my success today to one of my teachers."

Pei Yun walked gracefully to the seat where the teacher was, his expression solemn, and he bowed deeply respectfully, saying loudly, "Mr. Wen, thank you for your previous teachings."

The man named Wen was dressed simply and looked quite young. He had an air of integrity, and Xiao Ran even noticed patches on his clothes.

In Guangwen Hall, a place where any rich kid could enter, there was such an honest and upright person?

Mr. Wen stood up, "I wouldn't dare..."

But before he could finish speaking, the dean interrupted him, laughing loudly, "As the saying goes, the master leads you through the door, but the cultivation depends on the individual. Little Pei's achievements are all thanks to his own hard work!"

Mr. Wen glanced at the dean before quickly looking away. Because they were far apart, it was impossible to tell what his emotions were. All that could be heard was that he said, "The dean is right."

Therefore, Pei Yun couldn't say anything and returned to his seat.

Next, Jiang Shaorong gave a speech. Xiao Ran found it boring, so she whispered to Chen Zijin, "Zijin, I'm feeling a bit bored. I want to go for a walk..."

Chen Zijin was surprised. This was a rare occasion where talented people gathered together, and they could also gain a lot of knowledge. But Sister Xiao actually found it boring.

"Sister Xiao, this... isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

Xiao Ran blinked and muttered, "But I just feel bored. Look at those male students, a few of them have already slipped away..."

Xiao Ran pointed to the location where Nangong Ming was behind her, but there was no one there.

Chen Zijin then slowly stood up and said, "Alright, I'll go out for a while, just a little while."

Xiao Ran smiled gently: "Sister Zijin is so kind."

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