There is an extra fox in the room, which is a lot of inconvenience.

Zhu Ping'an, who had been busy all morning, finally had time. While writing a strategy on the desk beside the window to review and prepare for the exam, the witch who had taken the medicine sat on the side holding her chin and watching the strategy written by Zhu Ping'an. When she was bored, her slender hands stirred the inkstone to grind ink randomly.

Suddenly, the witch laughed loudly.

The writing idea was suddenly interrupted by the witch's laughter. Zhu Ping'an really had the urge to sell the witch to a place of laughter and make her laugh enough.

"We don't miss the river water. If you raise your wounds, I will write my words." Zhu Ping'an glanced at the witch with a faint look, without any worries about his life, and no longer cared about it.

"You are really ungrateful. They are kind enough to help you correct the mistakes in your article, but you are indifferent." The witch rolled her eyes and was coquettish.

"Sister, please let me go, I'm still young."

He is ungrateful and has no affection... Zhu Ping'an's lips twitched a little. Why do he sound so awkward? In ancient times, women were the most concerned about men and women's defenses? Why did they say so ambiguously, as if I had a crush on you? Besides, how could you see the mistakes in my article? This strategy has been crafted for a long time.

Hearing this, the witch turned dark and seemed to be very disgusted with the word "big sister". She seemed to be a common problem for women and was very taboo to others say that she was older, even though she was only seventeen or eighteen.

"You are really ungrateful, your words are so funny." The witch stretched out her slender hand, pointed at a sentence from Zhu Ping'ance's paper, and smiled angrily.

The sentence the girl pointed at was exactly the sentence in Zhu Ping'an's "Speaking" in the theory of "Strange Sword and Clam": There is a struggle between snipes and clams, and the fisherman makes a profit. This is exactly the same as the combination of two benefits, and the fight makes a harm.

Seeing that the demon girl was serious about it, Zhu Ping'an read the sentence again, but found no inappropriateness. He used the dispersion to confuse the question and covered the overall situation. This was the case with his own speech. There was nothing wrong with it. The words used in writing are also in line with the eight-legged essay format.

So, Zhu Ping'an ignored the teasing of the witch next to him and continued to write his own strategy.

"You are so boring. Look at the snipe and clam fighting, this word is very funny." Seeing that Zhu Ping'an ignored him, the witch snatched the brush from Zhu Ping'an's hand.

He wears green clothes and holds inkstone to urge the paper to write, and adds fragrance to his red sleeves to accompany him to read.

Damn, it's all bullshit.

Zhu Ping'an had no similar thoughts at all, but instead felt that the beautiful demon girl beside her was really annoying and wanted to sweep her out.

"Give me the pen back!" Zhu Ping'an spoke lightly.

"If you don't return, unless you admit that it's funny to fight with the snipe and clam." The witch looked at Zhu Ping'an with a smile, and gently shook it above the brush.

"It's ridiculous to fight with the snipe and clam!" Zhu Ping'an has no idea how many times he wants to sell this laughing witch to a place of laughter.

"Then tell me about the battle between the snipe and the clam." The witch didn't know what Zhu Ping'an was thinking, and smiled and urged Zhu Ping'an to tell the story of the battle between the snipe and the clam.

After clam clamped the snipe's mouth, clam said I wouldn't let go today, and if I don't let go tomorrow, the sun will burn you to death!

When Zhu Ping'an said this, he saw the witch covering her stomach and laughing.

What's so funny about this?

"Don't clam speak with his mouth? Can he speak without his mouth? Then, will his mouth be loose when he speaks? Giggles, giggles, giggles, giggles, and giggles... I dare to use this kind of word, and I am not afraid that the examiner will laugh and lose his stomach..."

The witch covered her stomach and laughed loudly, as if she was very happy that she could tease Zhu Ping'an. These scholars were all stupid and stupid. It was really funny.

"Is it interesting to play word games?" Zhu Ping'an spoke lightly, feeling a little disdainful of the witch's improper meaning.

The girl nodded in a hurry.

Zhu Ping'an turned his head and looked out the window. The sun outside was gradually setting. Before he knew it, most of the days had passed. The county exam was much easier than the prefecture exam. The people who participated in the prefecture exam were much better than those who participated in the prefecture exam, but the passing rate was much lower than that of the prefecture exam. Compared with these old friends who were immersed in the eight-legged essays all day long, he was still relatively tender. He could only make full use of his time. Therefore, this annoying witch had to be sent aside.

"Since you like playing word games so much, it's better to play word games with you when I debuted. If you can't answer, you'll return the brush to me, stay wherever you are cool, and don't bother me." Zhu Ping'an looked at the witch with a provocative smile on his lips.

"Little benefactor, what if I answered it?" asked the witch with a smile. She had just played with Zhu Ping'an, but she didn't realize that Zhu Ping'an could have any difficult text game.

"Then it's okay for you." Zhu Ping'an was not worried at all.

"Then don't regret it." The girl looked at Zhu Ping'an with a smile, "You scholars always think they are self-righteous."

"There are 6 steamed buns in the basin and 6 children. Each person gets 1 steamed bun, but there is still 1 steamed bun in the basin. Why?"

Zhu Ping'an told a popular brain teaser at this moment. Brain teaser first originated in ancient India. In ancient China, at least the Ming Dynasty had never been exposed to such a way of thinking. It was difficult to think about the answers from the ancients' way of thinking. I believe that the witch is no exception.

After Zhu Ping'an finished talking about the problem, the witch frowned and thought. She couldn't understand why. There were six steamed buns in total. Each of the six steamed buns was taken. Why was there one more in the basin?

The witch frowned and frowned.

"Give me the pen back, stay wherever you cool down, don't bother me anymore!" Zhu Ping'an stretched out his hand and spoke lightly.

"No, this is simply impossible. You are cheating!" The girl held the brush tightly and expressed dissatisfaction with Zhu Ping'an's question.

"Is it impossible that you can't think of?" Zhu Ping'an curled his lips and laughed.

"Unless you can tell the answer, you are just cheating!" The girl firmly believed that Zhu Ping'an could not tell the answer. In her eyes, this question was simply nonsense and could not have an answer, because it would make the opinion that something was impossible.

"If I say it, what?" Zhu Ping'an asked lightly.

"If you say it, I will return the brush to you." The girl blinked.

Zhu Ping'an glanced at the girl and said lightly:

"Because the last kid took the basin away."

The last child took the basin away, and there must be a steamed bun in the basin.

The witch stared at Zhu Ping'an for a while before she returned the brush to Zhu Ping'an with unwillingness, but she still didn't leave and still held her chin.

In her words, she just agreed to return the brush, but she didn't agree to walk away.

"Then I'll give another question, you go there and stay." Zhu Ping'an took the brush, dipped it ink, looked at his strategy, and spoke slowly, not even looking at the witch next to him.

The girl was unwilling to give up, so she naturally would not refuse.

"Who does Xiao Ming look the most similar to Xiao Ming at home?" After Zhu Ping'an said that, he lowered his head and began to continue his strategy.

"It must be his father." The witch sitting on the bed gave the answer immediately.

Zhu Ping'an didn't raise his head and said no.

"Fuck?"

Zhu Ping'an still shook his head

"Uh, you are so dirty. Could it be that Xiao Ming looks like someone else?"

The witch sat on the bed and hated the path.

Zhu Ping'an still shook his head.

The witch felt that Zhu Ping'an was really cheating this time and did not believe that the parents she said were not the correct answer, so she urged Zhu Ping'an to say the answer again.

"Xiao Ming in the mirror."

While writing a proposal, Zhu Ping'an spoke lightly and finally added, "Okay, the children of the world promise to be rich, don't bother me anymore!"

The girl leaned on the bed and teared up Zhu Ping'an's robe hanging on the head of the bed, venting her dissatisfaction.
Chapter completed!