steal light

Pei Qian took Ye Donglan back to his yard to carefully bandage the wound on his hand, and left him for dinner before letting him back to his yard. Now there is only Ye Donglan left in the yard where they live. Most of the other adjacent houses were also empty. The night in the academy was eerily quiet, with only the rustling of leaves and the noisy cicadas outside the window. Ye Donglan read the books alone for two days. After the holidays passed, the students returned to In the academy, the academy also ushered in a major event.

Release the list.

The rankings, names, ratings and scores are often written on a piece of red paper for the academy's major examination results, and posted on the wall at the entrance of the academy for everyone to watch.

The big exams in the past had no special significance. Some students didn't even bother to look at them. Looking at them again couldn't change the fact that Cong Jing won the first place and they could only squat at the bottom of the list. This time it was different. Early in the morning, the school was empty, and everyone Surrounded in front of the big list, just to catch an early look.

"Tsk, there is no suspense at all." Someone in the crowd said, and the young master next to him raised his eyebrows, "Why, is it still at the bottom of the list?"

The man was displeased, and pushed him, "What, I mean Mr. Cong is the one who will remain at the top of the list for ten thousand years."

"If you have half the efforts of others, you can still win the top spot."

"Forget it, Mr. Cong is dedicated to learning and being arrogant and noble, I can't sit still."

Everyone burst into laughter. After laughing, they all calmed down and looked down at their own rankings.

"Hey, I'm here, No. 80! It's useful to hold your feet for a while, this is Class C anyway, and you can do business." He continued to look down, "Let me see where you are."

The young master beside him suddenly touched him, "Look at number eight."

The man snorted disdainfully, "What are you looking at, can you still be number eight?" As he spoke, he casually raised his head, and when his gaze skipped No. 8 on the list, he was also stunned.

"I'm not mistaken, the eighth is... Fu..."

The son who reminded him just said it first, "It's Fu Jing, Mr. Fu Jing."

His voice attracted a lot of people's attention. They were all looking for their names below, and they didn't pay attention to the top few at all. Now they all looked up at the top few. The top of the list is Cong Jing, who is as stable as Mount Tai. There are also a few familiar names, the best of the family, but this eighth line is not right no matter how you look at it.

Class [-] Jia Fu Jing

Grade A, grade eight, grade nine, grade B, grade six, grade C, grade four, grade 27

The scores are literature, arithmetic, political discussion, and riding and archery in order. The first is the rating, and the latter is the score.

A group of people were stunned at this line of words, who said something, "Why do I feel that riding and archery is Fu Jing's true level."

Someone next to him said, "I think so too."

"Yeah, he can get eight points for literature, so I can too."

"Can you take the test instead?" Fu Jing's voice came from behind the crowd. The group of people fell silent and made way for him spontaneously. He walked to the front of the list and glanced at his score, "Tsk, still Can."

Yu Yi, who was following him, was also stunned, "Brother Fu, how did you pass the exam? You were crying and screaming before the exam, so you would be ashamed. Now you are a blockbuster."

Fu Jing tapped Yu Yi's head with a folding fan, "Take this exam."

After finishing speaking, he shook off the folding fan and walked out of the crowd, "That's all, let's go!"

As soon as he left, the group of people began to discuss again, "Tch, he must have cheated. How could he get eighth in the exam? I really don't care about how I am usually."

"Don't talk nonsense. His father is the deputy prime minister. It's not easy to do something small. If you want to take the eighth exam, you should recognize the vice prime minister's father."

"Stop talking sarcastic, how much better are you than me?"

They were noisy, and they didn't see Ye Donglan standing in the crowd, staring at the bottom of the big list, the third line from the bottom:

Ye Donglan, the last top three class