In front of the window on the north side of the lobby, a bald man who was more than nine feet tall was walking back and forth excitedly, his head lowered and his eyes glued to a test paper, and he was mumbling something.
In the lobby, other gentlemen and students looked at each other for a few times, and they probably understood that this painting gentleman must have encountered a paper he liked. Although many gentlemen usually encountered it occasionally when revising papers, especially
The test papers are for the small group of students who are at the top of the academy, and they tend to produce excellent ones. However, there are very few people who react as violently as Duan Jiuling did at the moment.
"Mr. Duan, please calm down and return to your seat first. If you have any questions, please wait until the corrections are completed. Don't disturb the work of other gentlemen." Meng Zhengjun warned.
The more Duan Jiuling looked at the painting, the happier he became. He didn't even raise his head after Meng Zhengjun's words, and he didn't know whether he heard it or not. However, he smiled all the way while admiring the painting, and walked back to his seat without looking at where he was walking.
The other gentlemen, including Zhu Yourong, smiled. Although they were a little curious about the test paper that made Duan Jiuling lose his composure, they only regarded it as an interlude and an interesting story. They could talk about it later with friends after dinner.
And the dozen or so female students who came to assist in registering scores and acting as little transparency in the lobby all focused their attention on one name.
"Renzichang No. 13? This paper belongs to the candidates from Renzichang..."
After all, girls still like to gossip, but all the examination papers have not been marked yet. Each gentleman can only see the corresponding examination room and seat number, but not the specific school and name of the candidate. These will have to wait until the end, and Meng Zhengjun will take out the students.
Only the rosters for this exam that have been sealed by the library can be matched one-to-one, which is also an important task that will be carried out later.
While Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyou were going to Meng Zhengjun's place to deliver things, Xiao Hongyu whispered curiously: "Xueyou, I remember you took the exam in Renzi Hall, right?"
Li Xueyou was stunned and nodded, "Yes, there are me and Brother Tzuyu in Renzichang, and there is also Brother Shulin who is not very familiar with us. We are the only three in Suixingtang, but Brother Shulin is far away from me and Tzuyu."
Brother, stay away..."
Xiao Hongyu waved her hand, "I know, I know. You told me this, and you also said that Zhao Ziyu is sitting not far from you... Let me ask you, do you know who this No. 13 is?"
Li Xueyou reacted, glanced at her, and whispered: "How do I remember this clearly? And who cares to look at other people's seat numbers? I don't even remember my seat number. When I filled it out for the exam, I still
You have to take a look at the card test... Well, what is the number, Renzi lacquer number or Jiu number..."
"You little idiot." Xiao Hongyu gently pinched the flesh on the girl's thin waist.
Then he looked around at the other female students who were also gathered around and talking curiously.
However, Xiao Hongyu also understood, "Forget it, I won't ask you. You must have seen the same examination room, but you probably don't know each other. Your little mind has no impression of the students from other schools. Even the classmates from your own school seem to be familiar to you."
Not familiar with it all..."
Li Xueyou was a little shy.
At the same time, behind them, Duan Jiuling couldn't put it down and returned to his seat holding the picture of Candidate No. 13. Su Changfeng, who was grading the paper without raising his eyelids, just stretched out his hand and put a certain stack of papers on the table.
He carefully straightened the papers that were placed a little crookedly so that they were all in a neat row, then shook his head and said:
"Making such a fuss is detrimental to the teacher's dignity. With so many students in the hall watching, we can't restrain ourselves."
"I told you, you don't understand." Duan Jiuling was still confused, his eyes were not idle for a moment, admiring the picture of the beauty in his hand in amazement.
Su Changfeng raised his chin, "I don't understand. Isn't it just some small accidents of existence? But no matter how good they are at writing a complete job, aren't they still a group of just beginning students? What surprises can there be."
As he said that, he flipped through the first few test papers and glanced at them, "Look at me, they wrote eight excellent poems for this big test and put them here, plus a pretty good and innovative one."
Wen Fu, do you think I'm surprised? It's all expected...and I can guess who the poem is, so there's no surprise at all. That poem probably belongs to Senior Yu from Suixing Hall."
The first reaction of Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyou, who had returned and was sorting out the papers of the two gentlemen, was to widen their eyes and couldn't help turning their heads to look at each other because they heard Yu Huaijin's name.
Moreover, the two girls never expected that the reason why Yu Huaijin did not write a high-quality poem that attracted the limelight this time was because she did not write poetry at all, but wrote more difficult and high-end poems!
This is a literary style that people only started to learn and dabble in during the scholar stage.
Su Changfeng didn't pay attention to the secret surprise of Li Xueyou and the two girls next to him. His colleague who lowered his head while grading the papers continued to speak calmly.
"The elegant calligraphy of that poem was undoubtedly made by a female student. It also resembles Mr. Zhu's seven-point form and has a certain literary talent. It's easy to guess, but the writing is indeed good... Hey! Except for Yu Huaijin, there are actually
Are there any students who dare to write poems and poems?" Mr. Poetry and Fu, who was shaking his head, let out a light sigh in the middle of the sentence. He took out a paper that he accidentally turned over at this time and looked at it carefully.
"Who is this time...Li Shen...Fu? What a strange name, what is this..." Su Changfeng whispered in confusion and began to read curiously.
At first, Su Changfeng's confused movements were very small and did not attract much attention from the people around him. However, soon, Su Changfeng suddenly became silent, and the strange silence caused Duan Jiuling, Xiao Hongyu and
Li Xueyou and others looked at him, and then the three of them were stunned for a moment, because they saw the 'Mr. Shi Fu' who had just been talking calmly, staring at the examination paper in his hand, his face turned red, and he
Like a basin of red ink dyeing the entire pond red, leaving no dead spots.
Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyou both felt that Mr. Su's expression looked familiar for the first time, because they had just seen something similar...the same surprise expression as Mr. Duan's expression of surprise just now, but Mr. Duan's face was darker.
Mr. Su's face is too fair, and the redness becomes more obvious.
Before the two girls could react, there was the second loud slap on the case today at the southeast corner of Jingchen Hall.
boom-!
Zhu Yourong, Meng Zhengjun and Mr. Chen all turned their heads together and were shocked.
Su Changfeng was seen holding the edge of the table with one hand and holding an examination paper in the other hand. While reading, he could not suppress the look of surprise on his face.
"...its shape is as graceful as a startling giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon... as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and as fluttering as the snow falling on the flowing wind... the skin is slender, shortened and fit... the shoulders are thin
When it is completed, the waist is as plain as promised...the neck is extended, the neck is beautiful, and the white face is revealed...the red lips are bright on the outside, and the white teeth are fresh on the inside...the bright eyes are good at gazing, and the dimples help to inherit the power!"
Everyone heard that Su Changfeng was stunned and murmured for a while: "His, it is such a neat pairing...it is also rich in imagination, and the most valuable thing is that the whole text is gorgeous but not impetuous, fresh and fresh."
It’s so refreshing and refreshing to read!”
This proud and arrogant "poetry gentleman" who just came to the school to teach not long ago raised his head, without looking at the eyes around him. He leaned on the table, raised his head and let out a long breath: "Is this a poem that a student can produce? No.
Possible...impossible..."
Su Changfeng whispered a few words and was stunned for a while. Then, as if he had realized something, he quickly turned back to the home page of the unknown examination paper. His eyes quickly looked at the candidate information column on the paper, and then he was stunned again.
, looking a little confused and unbelieving.
Under the extremely curious gazes of everyone around him, Su Changfeng raised his head in silence and remained silent for a while. He seemed to be answering, but also seemed to be questioning: "Ren Zi No. 13..."
The faces of all the gentlemen and students were astonished.